A Beauty She Veiled Poem by Monsur Titilope

Soul of nature could breathe again; in her it
survives,
To what should I
compare her? - An
heavenly peach I
perceive,
Seems like our Universe layered in dazzling intimacy,
Clouds up the skies - such like her veil; so clear and comely...

While it shines to
threat; her purdah does shower prosperity,
And afterwards she blooms like the dawn glorious ivy.

Her hidden skins adorn nature with opulence and divinity,
Ooh! Her bejeweled Iris
glistens true decency...

How a divine glimpse beneath stretches ecstasy,
Of morals and teachings to love and respect hospitality,
An Aura you can't
outgrow than to bathe in her tranquility,
Any man who trespasses; vanishes like foot-trail of no continuity...

Often many tried to mock, persuade her and called
this a 'Fallacy',
But she walks in angelic lights and conquer heresy,
A mightily molded
model who ably
preserves her chastity;
To ever prove of her true religious courtesy...