CONTEMPLATING A FACE
Contemplating a face,
I collected a vital fragrance of innocence
spreading from the flowering smile
The eyes were blooming
but encircled by dark
constantly contemplating- like
two shinning orbs over the deep
perennially pondering- as if
it is a sacred act
to know the essence: of life and love,
of the man and the ever present sadness
From the pallid young face
reflected the grey of gloom and grief
and the outlook, sobre, calm and deep
It took me
to an eternal evening embellished
with blue, crimson and grey
the silence rustles
a forelorn child gazes at the north star
and meditates
upon the unknown source of sorrow,
and feeds his self conscious loneliness
Innocence watered the charms of the face
and the grief hung upon it
like a ripened fruit upon the bough
Contemplation was its enriched taste!
