her eyes sunk in deep,
her rough hands held the fragile potato as she kept peeling,
oblivious of what was happening around,
unkempt nails,and as the potato peels kept falling,
a part of her was falling too.
Happiness seems to have abandoned her face,
sadness? fatigue? what could be her fate?
her eyes engrossed on her potatoes,
masquerading the pain that washed all over her face.
The weight of the world seems to have camped on her body ,
for she was not thin, calling her fat would seem mean,
her dark skin seemed to have fought to no win,
her graceful hands, now made to look like a mans,
what could be troubling this madam? did the potato had a clue?
Smoothly circling it round her palms,peeling away her sorrowful chants
my steps might have startled her, for when I moved closer her face lifted up,
age, pain, what else could the wrinkles explain?
thick sad lines freely dominated her face,
joy, happiness, seems deeply compressed.
Her sorrow was so contagious,
her sad eyes longed for an embrace,
as I moved closer, my heart wept,
how could one offer a smile in the rain?
when the cloud looked grey,and fears had taken the reign.
And so I passed by, not even saying Hi,
my heart reached out to her, my body shrugging by
chop,chop the potatoes fell,
leaving behind,the untold sad tales.