Her Sketch

As the pencil traced its way
On the brightest paper today
Moving back and forth with ease
Over the base with no crease
Two shades but a single color
Dark and light in a random order
It drew two of her pretty eyes
With a twinkle and of perfect size
But they hid the tears she cried
And didn't show the grief inside
That defined what she is today
Like the downpour which led to sunray
As it sketched her pretty lips
Seduction fully potrayed in all the bits
It concealed the mark of her tear
Which fell subtly to end right there
Neither it depicted her fortitude
Of defying the prejudicial solitude
Nor did it draw her reembarked hope
Or the story of how she struggled to cope
Picture printed the contour of her face
Reflecting just the outer surface
Blaming itself for demeaning her beauty
Pencil surrendered and gave up its duty.