
The will to be in veil,
The veil to be unveiled.
The myth about my stance,
The veil that you glance.
The fact that I do stare,
The farce that I scare.
The life that I do fare,
Things that I do care.
A title that I so possess,
A name that people assess.
I am for that, a name,
Forlorn and disdained.
I do laugh and cry,
For a veil isn’t always dry.
Never meek or weak,
But with a veil to peek,
I do seek, An identity- unique.
In a world where modesty worn
Is an anti-social form.
Why doesn’t one question,
About it being wrong?
The veil for me,
Is an expression of dignity,
The pride of being ME.
For I am veiled in ears, tongue and the heart,
But its thee who’s veiled,
In thought process,
and shrouded in hypocrisy.
An excellent piece....
ReplyDeletenever knew that you had such deep thoughts.
it was even a surprise piece, coming from a modernist like you.
keep it up!
excellent Amreen... very impressive... you should keep writing and posting more.
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