The road was all mud
she slipped with the drizzle
and you couldn't tell
the color she wore
but her big awed eyes
colored the land in all colors
making her lose breath
gazing at every little thing
till over the noise of lightning
boomed her father's voice
be fast girl before the rain is harder
when she would run for his hand
and slip again and again
counting fun at every fall
her eyes a glowing island
from the mud scarred face.

Once in the market
the man gave her a good wash
little knowing she was drenched
with all the dreams
eyes could ever see.

Love connects hearts
It does not need a language
And neither a gender
nor an interest
The best love does not
have need of respond
It comes as if preplanned
You can see it when
a child is playing with a pet
where nothing is set
and nothing is wet

God build on the Poets and Poetress Faith  here.
Build within them an Great,  Wondeous Faithj.
Use them to raise the dead and to move mountains.
Use them to deliver people from their demons too.
Use them to heal people of sickness and addictions.
Build up their Faith to do wondeous Miracles too.
Do what only you can do for and within them too.

Forgot everything, including myself

Just got lost in a quiet place

Sat down beside the fresh river

Listened to that water flow sound

Compared myself with that waves

Then I realized, my life is similar to that river

How helplessly just flows

As gets pulled by that wave….