wasted spring

Whenever I see the girl I feel like that something is missing. Beauty is not meant to be gloomy and yet I feel gloomy. I dont know what is it or how is it but may be its bcoz I havent seen that heavenly smile.

Your eyes,
so melancholy,
abrim of grief unknown
and sufferings untold.
Your lips,
Red, and yet not rosy,
Like blood, clogged in the flesh.

The face,
An expression of despair.
A fire unburnt,
But long extinguished.

The stature
Could have been graceful,
And your beauty praiseworthy,
But you look
like a wasted spring,
where even the flowers are not fragrant,
and even the birds not beautiful.