Saturday, 21 April 2018

A YOUNG LADY IN PARDHA




When my eyes were on the screen
My view got stuck on a solicitation
I confirmed it and took a look
It was a girl who loves pardha.

      She is a girl in black pardha
      As black as night
      With a Style of white heart
      As white as full moon.

She started with a niqab
Then slowly raised it to upward
I didn’t saw a face but a smile
Which hides me from the sight.

      Strangers are her best friend
      Helps her to collect new tales
      She loves to capture, not the world
      But the black inks from the white sheets.

She is on the assignment
To read the human mind
Not to share it to the world
But to treat them well.

     When I saw her for a fraction of second
     She was in a black pardha.
     Which realized me to lower my gaze.
     So I can’t see who was in that pardha.

I know she is not hiding
But defending from the evils
I saw her all the time in black pardha
And it made me to respect her…