I dared to look in her eyes
As she stretched her hands towards me.
Her eyes had a story to tell
Her hands were not stretched for a handout,
But for another human helping hand
***
I dared to look in her eyes
Pain and despondency showed
Her eyes were talking to me,
Her hands were a projection of
The human touch she longed for.
***
I dared look in her eyes
It is a mass of chaos and innocence stolen
Her eyes are windows to a tempestuous past
And search for meaning.
Her hands a brave search for love
***
I dared to look in her eyes
It is a well of dark and horrid tales,
Living in the streets, and far, far away from creature comforts
Her eyes are oceans of deep longings, frustrations and
A search for a second chance
***
I dared to look into her eyes,
Inside them all my fears were revealed.
Her eyes mirrors reflecting,
The smelly, fetid food in the dump, dirt that
Was her second skin and fear that
'Today could just be my last day.'
I dared to look into her eyes,
Cry for love, longing for laughter
And search for peace lurched at me.
Her eyes give a story her petite rough-hewn
Refuses to tell.
***
I dared to look into her eyes
They had a searching inquisitive gaze,
Her eyes, searched and inquired, back into mine eyes.
They sought for the words:
"It will be alright again."
***
I dared to look into her eyes
Tired and weary always looking for the tell tale signs.
Her eyes bore deep into the conscience of every man,
No wonder, we avoid to look into her eyes?
