She

A smiling face,
With visible rib cage.
Dirt on her legs
And generosity in hands.

I passed in future,
But stood in present.
Looking for some shrunken bananas,
I bought some and her hand raised,
To bless.

No language,
No signs, just eyes which speak,
The language forgotten but very unique,
Called care.

Daily I pass from the same road,
Smile at her as she smiles back.
With bananas rotting down,
I want myself to travel faster as light,
And let slow time.

In this hassle,
I at least feel grounded with some faces,
With some love.
With harshness all around,
How can I explain, I lost my own self just now.

And now when I look around
I am feeling as if I regained myself just now.