Sensual,
She stands,
Poised on the pedestal,
Revealing her naked beauty,
She doesn’t care when people stare.
It’s been a long time
Since she tried
To make the marble surrounding her
Crack through the power of her will,
To make the amazed faces looking upon her in awe
Turn away with shame.
For ages she has stood
On this stone base of beauty,
Searing to never grieve the loss of her splendor
In exchange for clothes,
Warm,
Covering her,
In exchange of a head and a body,
No matter how hideous,
That can move,
That can swim and bike,
A mouth that can laugh,
Lids that can blink,
Fingers that can feel her own form.
Sensual,
She stands,
Wishing,
Dreaming,
Still hoping,
For someone to break
The marble she’s trapped in.
Published on: May 17, 2011
Tasneem Dairywala 