Burquawalli, When I Saw Her Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Burquawalli, when I saw her,
Just got a glimpse of her,
It glittered her
The eyes,
Dark eyes,
From the veiled cover
Saw she,
A young maiden
Of flesh and blood,
Sparkling beauty,
She,
My love.

Burquawalli,
The maiden under the veil,
Saw I her passing through
Just like an image,
A symbol
Or reflection,
A shadow,
A walking shadow
Standing in the dark
Though I wanted to identify,
But could not.

A missing man was she,
A persona non grata,
Thought we,
But was deserving and elegant
And gracious,
The burqa-clad maiden,
Young maiden,
The portrait of an artist
As a young man,
But a young woman,
The heroine of my Joycean Araby.