The tormented soul had been yearning to liberate itself, From the cruel shackles that were too heavily bound on its delicate feet. The poor soul had the awakening that liberation needed a pious earning. Of course, that was something terribly lacking. On a distant hill top she knew resided the piety where there lived otherwise a fragile hope. The hope was an angel incarnation. Angel, the incarnation; the soul knew was constantly on guards. Alas! getting even a fleeting glimpse of That soul satiating angel so far wasn't the fortune of the wandering soul. Though it couldn't deny that for a while a few months back she had quenched the thirst of its doleful eyes by savoring the divine angel's sight. All it had wanted was to lock that sight that very instant forever and ever but soul was too earthly and soon realized that for that it needed to be blessed. Alas! That couldn't be and the beautiful sight was soon misty and finally transformed into a shade of g...