Those eyes gaze at me
With a semblance of a smile
Or perhaps it is my imagination
She doesn’t speak
Everyday we sing to her, we praise her
Shower her with flowers
In the hope that she show us her power
Day after day songs of hope resound on her walls like a prayer
Unheard pleas wonder if she is really there?
The bells vying for her attention
Hoping for a miracle to see life through
Some one’s granted wish gives hope anew
Time works as her agent it seems
Gently weaving desires through reality and dreams
She stands there impassive watching over the night and day
While laughing anklets dance and tinkle away
What does she think, what does she do?
Is she different or is she just like me or you?
She invites questions but answers come on their own pace
The eyes of the seeker arrested by the face
Silent tears ask her for peace and solace
They promise a lifetime of devotion in return for some grace.
-Shailaza
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