She is bold and gentle

Darkness dwells in all corner of desert animals

witnessing the faces of donkeys and camels

The owner opens the gate for them to rest

but the unkind wind break down from the east

Caravan of camel is not decorated in colors

walking towards the desert without and flowers

Everywhere I see women wearing their veils,

without seeing their lips and simple smiles

their  white-pink  garment is handmade,

Inside, suffers an unseen house maid

She is bold and gentle, but dark by birth,

Same like God’s own created Earth.

Looking at the distant burning flame

Thirst  for  soft touch  rises to blame

Not grasped by inner heart desires,

Dried, withered dreams disappears

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   BY
   WILLIAMSJI MAVELI