The Charismatic Face

The once fluttering lips have drooped,

Redness of cheeks have withered,

Helpless eyes haven’t blossomed of late,

Heart is sobbing with tears of self-made fate.

Where has that charismatic face gone,

To behold which i never missed a chance;

Where have the evergreen smiles forgone,

She is now but peels of laughter sans.

I know mirth and pain are twins

Which inevitable, one to follow after another;

But not test her, O Lord! with cruel fangs

For she is, not seven, but eight times tested.

I have oft seen rain in her chaste heart,

But never in her wild, gloomy eyes;

I can see it when in her eyes,

Can’t tolerate it when in her heart.

Because tears in eyes will someday subside

And will illuminate that charismatic face,

Repatriating her to my dreamt-evergreen-smile;

But such in heart will melt her down.

Hope is the world and i too hoping

Springs are bound but until autumn hibernates,

Till then, I will effort and once dawn breaks

You, once again, will see that charismatic face.

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