There she goes, with her everlasting stare.
Frozen and white, as the ground is bare,
lifeless yet restless, cold as ice,
it's always winter in her eyes.
No sun can ever break her mood,
she never shines, whenever she should.
And not that she will ever melt,
for the rays will always get repelled.
Her hair, like icicles, cover her face
As she tries and succeeds, to hide her disgrace.
'Cause no one knows, not even the wise,
why it's winter in her eyes.
She wears that secret like jewellery
Never takes it off, never cares to see
that others not only stare and gaze
but also worry about her frosty face.
When only they would realise
the truth that lies, deep in her eyes.
They'd see the very thing they hold
And it would make her story, finally unfold.