Monday, June 3, 2013

Two nuns...

Found them
The two...
In the market
Full of shouts and daily life
tiny...
Found them
In white...
Nuns two...
Silent...
As they were
Happy faced...
Coming from some orphanage
Or home for those
Left away...
Deflated...

Found them like
Walking silent...
Thought to follow them
Where they went...
On faces of whom
They the whole day Hope laid...

But
Were not they tired?
Were not they with Him involved?
Their faces glowed
Like little stars of the evening...
Tired...
Yet happy...
As if they by their works rested all
Of their faith...
To the sky
Of the city...

Felt their silence...
Felt their ways...
And
Paused a bit...
An aimless
me...
Hovering around...

Paused a bit...
Just paused a bit...
(did a half christ...
just
As per His advice)

They being so connected
Perhaps for me they also prayed...
In their own unique way
Silent...

For a cool breeze from nowhere felt
In the market crowdy loudy...

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