She was carved like a phoenix
from the roots of feminity to the valour like masculinity
Beneath her million skin folds,
a language of sublime love disguised
Beneath her dark-skinned palm,
a hope for white coloured souls persisted.
In her dulcet mind, she carried fire unflinching,
She, a colossal corona of thriving love
in the eyes of masked people
Like fluttering yellow pages, stained, torn
yet invincible
~Devika Mathur
Lucknow, India
Beautiful thoughts….amazing poetry…
Thank you so much!
Beautiful poem and well penned down !!
Thank you, Tanvir. You are a darling.
Nice poem and the words using by auther are really amazing which increase the quality of this poem .
Well thought out and beautifully said!
Oh, my sweet Deb!:)
Well written!!!