It hurts to see

Those eyes which have eternal beauty, Those lovely eyes made for showing cheer, Are showing invisible tears of sadness, It hurts to see for they should be happier. That gorgeous face of grace and elegance, Which is made for shining like sunshine, Like a moon going in it's waning phase, It hurts to see that face with pain's sign. That merry smile of good luck and charm, Like the nature which gets nature's praise, Which I long to see every day, every night, It hurts to say that I haven't seen it from days. I pray for those eyes, I pray for that charm, I pray for that smile, I pray for her health, I hope she understands that time passes, And conquers the world's greatest wealth. I have faith that smile will come back soon, Those eyes will again show that happiness, That day will come soon, till then I pray, I pray that God fills soon her emptiness. For now, she must remember she isn't alone, There are still people alive who favour her, This piece is a living proof of this thing, That she has friends in world which is blur. At last, even if all people go against her, I want to tell her that this crazy poet is alive, Who will not hesitate to be at her side, Even if the greatest devils' henchmen arrive.