Mysterious Search

She was always sad;
With imploring eyes;
People thought she was mad;
Since she seemed as cold as ice.

In cold nights, she wept;
Her bare legs shivering;
On the ground, she slept;
Listening to angels whispering.

She was found wandering;
Like a lost sheep;
And people kept wondering;
Seeing her always weep.

She was as dark as night;
And always too shy;
But her eyes carried a light;
And people kept asking "why"?.

She had no friend;
But her solitude;
"Alone shall I tread";
That was her attitude.

Someone called her mean;
"Yeah true", others agreed;
And whenever she was seen;
People spat like untidy breed.

Days and nights flew;
Seasons dwelled with time;
Still the sky stayed blue;
And the world sublime.

Now her hair is grey;
And her eyes buried;
Slowly she walks away;
As if she is deeply worried.

She is a lady under veil;
Of sorrow and misery;
Still why doesn't she reveal?;
The reason of her revery.

Still she always waits;
At the entrance of the church;
Along with other saints;
In a mysterious search.