Silver Bowl

Black shined the roads tarred,
Invisible flames burnt skins through
Anticipation did not trick light, red
Straight lines appeared on faces of sweat

Tattered clothes and mud was the attire
Incomplete without her accessories
Possessed was a bowl and a smile
No, not a glimpse of worries.

Magic of sunglasses played everywhere
Yet more powerful was her stare
Bare, she achieved every inch of the 90ft
More than bearable was the summer heat.

Cold slab, awaited in silence
She shared her meal of two morsels
Flower girl, her only guest
Brought her presents and flowers left.

At night she chose the best bed
With velvety black sheets,
Favourite time was time to dream
Often of whom she had seen.

Day bright and she was ready
Meetings scheduled, she couldn’t be late
Dusted her dress, watered her face
She left, to turn her bowl silver.