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(Honest{y}, Spring, Health, Rainbow, Rejuvenate.)

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I noticed her, for her eyes
Defunct, pale and lifeless.
Her iris like a dull starless night;
Weak black, with age's white bight.

Majestic and honest eyes; not at all empty,
But deep emotions aplenty.
It's a keyhole to her thoughts' nucleus
Where it's a Spring of Emotions.

Hopeful. Expectant. Inquisitive.
Waiting to see her purest love.
As the eyes move hither-thither,
Eagerly, I observe her.

A lady in her fifties
Wearing ragged yet clean robes.
But that's the most costly dress she has.
And her scanty health betrayed her poor house.

I see she is having a vanity bag.
I wanna see what's in. I am agog.
And I see a rat has made it tear.
I peek in, and my eye hold a tear.

I see her eyes glow and heed,
As the arrival of a flight is announced.
A curve, her lips made
Like a rainbow reversed.

Oh my-! She rejuvenated to her thirties.
Her love has arrived, I guess.
Oh! Her eyes are following someone.
And I see that's a young man, alone.

She ran in the pace she can,
Towards that twenties' man.
I assume him her son.
From a good job, back to home town.

His job paid him high, indeed:
Said his coat and that attitude.
He's walking for his car, I assume.
And now, she is running behind him.

She caught up to him from back,
And spread a hug - love-lock.
Thuck! He thwarted her with a push.
And turned to the car, offish!

'I am your mom, son,'
I heard the sunflower talking to the Sun.
But the Sun took a bud at our night;
I saw him cuddling with a girl in the car.

Her bag fell down from her hands.
I observed that it didn't break.
But surely did her heart break.
And the rhyme is also breaking now.

She took the bag,
And turned around.
Her eyes are flooding.
And she glimpses around.

Oh! She saw me watching.
And she's walking towards me.
Ouch! I should have taken my eyes.
She would have felt worse.

'Sonny, can I give you something?'
And she opened her bag.
The cookies she had baked for him.
Those were crispy. And my cheeks are wet.