A million folds on her primitive face;
Each of her hair light and pearly;
Her green eyes gauzy and transpicuous;
She yielded a glance delicately.
From a single peek of her,
Percolated a myriad of words;
Unuttered, yet full of tenor;
Profound, fervid, deep and intense.
She stooped as she traipsed,
Because of her hunched spine.
She paused for a while and glimpsed,
And delivered me an innocent grin.
I stayed immobile where I stood,
As her smile pervaded into my heart.
It was something, rich, rare and unrivaled;
A smile I never bumped into in my past.
She held her hand out asking mine,
I stretched out my palm as response.
She clasped it, uttering locution;
And blessed me holding tightly my manus.
I remained all agog astonishedly.
For there teemed a hundred humanity,
Who came to that church routinely.
However, she didn't bless anyone, but me.
Why did she beatify me?
A girl she neither came across;
The one she never talked to ante;
I resemble her daughter or grandgirl, perhaps.
Or did she listen to my prayers?
Is she psychic or abstruse?
Can she behear my soul of souls?
Is she bestowing me my wishes?
Nonetheless, I have never happened on
Such a woman, amicable and warm-hearted.
She consecrated me and trailed from the shrine;
I stared at her till she petered out from my sight.
I felt like seeing God in her pretense,
Came down to the earth to bequeath me a reward.
For there had been none for me all these days,
And I had put all my trust on the almighty God.
