Stranger Old Lady
Stranger Old Lady
Ten steps ahead
In middle of a sacred place
She offered me Prashadam
With her trembling hands.
Her eyes were calm,
The face had charm.
Standing stout
With blessings in her pout.
I looked upon her
And took it from her.
She made an imprint
With that shining blonde and gaily mood
And Cheered me up with fondly smile.