As I watch the sea of faces around me
I see a face that looked completely blank
Like a painting devoid of colors.
She had beautiful eyes, however there was a gloom in them
Akin to the dark clouds about to burst
Her face made me wonder
What could have been the fate for her present state.
I couldn’t resist but ask her,
Beautiful thy are, albiet the life seems missing
The day would look brighter if only thy could smile lady.
She looked up to me with a wry smile
And with a sulking tone said,
Thank you oh merchant of hope
I am afraid though you will be disappointed
My fate has taken away my faith
How am I to buy the hope you offer
Holding her slender hand I said,
Don’t thy think your fate has robbed you of your faith
For this belief is far dangerous
Over the disbelief you have over your present state.
Tears rolled down her face
Like a cloud bursting into rain
Still holding on to her hand I prayed,
May these tear wash away her past
And akin to the rains, create new pastures
For her to graze in the new seasons that lie ahead…