saw an old lady at dadar station begging for alms, with an unforgetable aura arnd her .tried my best to pen down what i saw.....
dark black eyes,
with the covering of cataract;
deep cheeks and a wrinkled face;
thousand small lines,
running deep in every direction;
grey hair with shades of black;
dark pale skin,
burnt by a thousand suns;
teeth some left, pitted and brown;
thick veins flowing deep,
perhaps the only sign of life;
a stick in hand &
a humble rugged nine yard saree.
and then, she gave me that smile:
such energy,such intensity,
such aura ,such charm,
such radiance,i had never seen.
mesmerized i was,for a while
for the beauty that was within,
under the surface it lies
there in the soul,beneath that skin.