To describe a maiden
It is often a difficult task
Because, she is indescribable
Not because of any emptiness
But of a uniqueness
I know what to say about her
But to say it I stammer
Ending up saying nothing
Whenever I try to write about her
My hand with my pen jitters
Not that I am afraid of her
But I am overwhelmed by her
Her virtues humble me
Her innocence reminds of a child
With a heart pure and blameless
Amidst her peers
So unheard she appears
Not because she is weak
But they are afraid to listen to her
For she holds the truth
The first day I met her
I thought her to be so fragile
'cause she appears like a cherub
That can easily break its wings
When it flies so high
But in her a great strength
Of moral and intellect lie
Which she gives at will
To every foe that tries
To undermine her dignity
In her virgin hands
A great destiny lies
But seemed to be shrouded
By a mist and clouded
By unnecessary uncertainties
The mist, she knows, is a mirage
Which is never real
But to scare her away
From her real self
And to that she has not succumbed
This maiden, of course,
is my little sister
whom I love so much
Her destiny is so great
that she is called 'Ifeomachukwu'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good one on a virtuous younger sister, well articulated and nicely penned. Lovely indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.