Those haunting eyes

Those eyes of the poor girl
Know how to haunt my mind
Her parched lips open tentatively
As if curious to question her existence
Or complain to Almighty for her abysmal fate
Her wind-swept hair- silky and charming
Seem to lure bad omen
Her untidy hands and thin legs
Script the tale of a pitiful life
Alone and secluded from society
She leads a vagrant life
No mother, no father, it's a tale of love lost
Tear is her destiny whether summer or frost