Who Was She?

Sweat danced from head to cheek 

Worn out with the fatigue of work 

I felt it as a need to enjoy nature's antique 

Was about to step towards the park, but jerk! 

My eyes stuck to a great charisma 

Neither a flower nor a fly? 

Anything picturesque than nature? Stuck in an enigma. 

Eyes continuously looked into it, don't know why? 

She wore a saree, messed but beautiful

Ain't dressed gracefully, but dressed in dignity

Do good to her, I said, O diety merciful! She seems helpless, give her a Dish-of-pitty. 

Oh women that mud on your face 

Shines bright underneath the sun 

I don't know, who you are, oh pretty grace 

But you caught my attention! 

My heart was filled with the burden of melancholy

When those rash-ed hands asked for a penny. 

I was desperate to know who was she? 

But the question remained a mystery, who was she?