Universal Language

When I meet the angel for the first time    
I was not aware, who she was.    
     
I asked, do you have a match stick?    
She nodded, side way.    
I pretend, she might have said, “no”.    
     
A thought triggered inside,    
May be,      
she was not understanding my way.    
     
I used sign language, and      
ask for the same.    
     
She smiled,      
and gave a burning candle.    
     
I light a cigarette in my hand,      
inhaled 2 puffs    
     
In ecstasy, then exhaled,      
a white sky    
   
She smiled again,
All of a sudden, she got lost,  
in the new sky.