I see a nun, <br />Walking by foot to market, <br />She is so violent, <br />Her face is full of cruelty, <br />Her face is lack of love, <br />Her face is lack of kindness, <br />Her face is lack of silence, <br />She is still a nun, <br />I still wonder……. <br />She became a nun from poverty, <br />When she became puberty, <br />She might be against it, <br />Fails to get love from parents, <br />Teaching under strict by religion, <br />Loosing all mercy views, <br />Then I see my friend with his little child, <br />When she passes, little child call silently, <br />Holy white ghost, Holy white ghost, <br />She is a teacher, <br />She is the head of school too-, <br />Where the little one is going, <br /> <br />On hearing the comment, <br />I like to say my dear nice one, <br />“You can tell the truth openly, <br />Openly without any fear, <br />You are born natural critic, <br />Critic from emotional sense, <br />You can tell more truth to the world, <br />You can tell it from the heart, <br />You can expose heartless one, <br />You can expose all mask, <br />As you are a little one, <br />Always speaking the truth of the world”.<br /><br />Nash Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-ghost-the-holy-white-ghost/
