O, The Woman Poem by Aamir Abdullah

O' the woman
I want to see you in real
I want to see the original

O' the painting on cosmos
By the divine brush of God
Galaxies are lit up by your light
Grew up you
With a reddish glow
In an apple garden
I saw the days
Blossoming with your chirp

O' the woman
Under the layers ofdust
You breathe
Breathe in dust...., you
Breathe out dust
You think 'in style' you are
In fashion lies your truth
You think the face real
The face pasted on billboards
Unwrap yourself
In persona wrapped you are
Designed by the men
Sketched by the pen of
Naked desires......

Searched for you'I
Into the script of history
Formattedwas your name
Scriptures had
sorrows and sorry for you

O ' the woman
Feel the warmth on your forehead
The warmth of your own kisses
See your charm
With your own sight
Be the lover of your own self.
O ' the woman! ! ! ! !