The Lonely Woman

The sun is up in its never ending zest
The blue voices show the pristine aurora
The parade on the earth's lap is enigmatic.
Woman, your emotion is overflowing
Pensive you, have your eyes down conceal
Your moans sitting near the windows
Behind your eyes many happenings go unseen.

Like a garden a woman's heart grows floras of
Memories; as the south breeze blows on the green
Grass looks like waves, so your sensation flows
At the touch of care and devotion from somebody
You love; you have a break in refusals and parts
The solitude of woman mirrors on Nature
That's bravura every now and then, rouses
A whirlwind storm of imagination to ardour
Or to mother a baby and all living beings
Or to satiate the passion of endless youth.
Inside you, O womanly heart! Dying to say
How great is your love; how true-life it is!

** Rubab Abdullah writes from Ohio, USA