While walking through a dark lane
Little Peter came across an injured bird.
It was groaning and crying in pain -
Little Peter ran to aid the white crane.

The crane had a broken wing and a scratched chest:
Blood was gushing out through its skin.
Little Peter's heart ached with the scene
And he went to buy medicine.

With cotton and a fluid, he treated the crane
And put on a clean clothe to stop the blood
The crane stared at him with its little eyes
- Gratitude in the orbs started to rise.

Suddenly the crane emanated light,
Rays gleamed - so wild and bright.
The crane assumed the form of a wench
Little Peter was bewildered, astounded, and stranged.

"Little fellow, you saved my life,
what is that thou wish to gain?
As a grateful being
To Your every wish I shall attain"

"I wish nothing divine angel
I am glad you are not yet pale"

Little Peter said with a voice so soft
"We shall meet again"
The angel said and faded along the waft.

Little Peter was left pondering day and night.

Peter was growing into a fine healthy being,
But a corner of his heart was still left pondering.

'She has a watch, he has a talking pen
He has a lavish coat, she has a golden toy train'

As little Peter was growing up,
His eyes were attracted to the belonging of his peers,
His heart and mind was agonized with the thought :
There is nothing he has to cheer.

So whenever Peter saw a crane,
He rushed to help the creature,
But none of them were an angel
But very few cranes did he have to help
Which increased his vex.

'I should have asked that angel to bestow me with gifts
I was a fool to let the opportunity drift'.

He searched for an injured crane wherever he could-
In the quest of seeing an angel that would grant his wish.
But no crane could he find
The greed for gifts made him blind.

One day, Peter saw a beautiful crane walking along a lake;
He stared at the creature with unknown thaughts in his mind.
Without his knowledge, he took a sharp stone
And threw it at the crane who was walking alone.

The crane was shot sharp in the head
And with a yawp, profusely it bled.
Peter hurried to treat the bird
But the crane was as cold as a ice.
Peter was dreadfully fraught
His mind was twirled with sinister thoughts.

Seeing the bird soulless,
Peter wailed in agony;
He started bawling with guilt.
His voice was choked with the cries:
"I am a monster
I am a filth"

Suddenly, the lifeless crane began to glow
And it rose in the air.
Peter stared at the scene still in daze,
The same wench appeared and she ablazed.

"Angel, is it you?
Please forgive me, I did a sin"

"Tell me now little fellow
What is that you wish? "

She said and smiled.

"I want to reprimand
There is nothing more I demand.
I am a siner, and not the innocent child I was once
I tried to kill a life out of greed for bunce"

Peter lamented before the angel
And the angel smiled.

"You are forgiven little fellow,
No need to reprimand.
There are very few who has the courage -
To show their guilt and vice wide on the stage.
Go home and look into your house-
You shall get everything you wished
Every wish of yours is now furnished".

Saying this, the angel grinned.
With a flick of light, she vanished along the gush of wind.

Peter went home with a mind so muddled.
With anticipation,his heart was puddled.

He ran to his home with all his might
And frantically looked around the house.
Everything was the same as it was before
Peter was left confused therefore.

" Whether she gives me anything or not
Not anymore I care.
I possess everything in life
Those needs were greed mere ".

Peter was hit by a realisation hard
Oh! He got everything he wanted.

The angel has given him the greatest gift one could have:
She has opened his eyes to this life so full.

- Nothing is precious than this gift so beautiful.