Poor Beautiful Preacher

Silence seems to spread all around,

All eyes blaze yet all hearts frown,

Unable to guard the same emotion,

Neither could i gaze,nor could i look down .

A chilly breeze blows in a pace 

Passes over my skin and kisses my face 

Jubliant mood enlightens the time 

Reluctant to focus and inside i whine .

Slowly i recognise a beautiful lady,

Trying to gain our attention diligently,

Occasionally her voice pierces through my ears,

Urges my heart but my mind couldn't since years

The table reflects white,As open is the book

Seated are my peers and squint a strange look

Dandelions like girls,nodding around 

Almost thy has slept,there i found.

Dreaming are my dears ;In their own fairy lands 

Poor is the preacher; therefore for us she stands 

My mind persuades me to capture everyone around 

At last, I end up penning it down.