A woman's nakedness is her sacredness
and her dignity of being.
Her holiness is not to be infringed
by any worldly devices wantonly;
The worthiness nature bestowed on her.
Not to be penetrated by strangers
- lest it becomes profane and tainted.
The concrete universal of being.
Fertile and nurturing.
It is exquisite - but never a commodity,
nor an item for reciprocation,
neither for power, status nor possession
- or it becomes annihilated.
Stray not, from traditionalism,
and flee ultramodern stances,
for its true nature -
what it has ordained,
are catastrophe aftermaths,
aberration and immorality.
And, what is obscure
is shielded,
and retain its values.
To incur is to attract ants,
and be quenched by ants.
Like a flower growing on footpaths
surely, will be trampled by footsteps -
just does too much infiltration,
plummet her value.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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