What allures my senses?
/for a dear colleague, Anees/
while reading
Is it the strength of her voice or the depth of her baritone
Baked in humility. When she looks, her eyes reflect
A question, she cannot ask.
She speaks not from the tip of her tongue but from the
Bottom of her gut
It is laced with a nobleness,
as soft as the handwoven clothes she drapes
But none see it for their senses are veiled
With the loudspeaker of a blaring noise
That only deafens their conscience and
Mimics nincompoops

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ReplyDeleteThank you so much Nivie 😊
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