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THE VENUS WOMAN by Aminath Neena

 

 

THE VENUS WOMAN

 

A true Venus born of a bone arose

From the remnants of time- delicate as a rose

Yet immensely powerful when defeated

Courageous and defiant as needed

 

A hidden mystery yet to be figured out, she was

Dark and forbidden as a graveyard at times, she was

Yet so smooth and inviting in luminous splendor

A valiant fighter to claim equality for her gender

 

An incandescent face often misunderstood during the day

Yet persistent to survive in the vast majestic milky way 

Those narcissistic red kings at times tries to steal her light

Each time she stumbles but holds her composure in flight

 

The majestic star one day- reached Zion's mighty gate

pleasing the guardians with the most exotic serenade 

For underneath her iron core was a heart of pure gold

unvalued and unseen by the egoistic man of this world

 

There, for her patience - a choice was offered as a bonus

To culminate to one brawny Hercules or remain as Venus

with an aphoristic voice answered she in absolute precision

“Without any doubt - I would still want to be a WOMAN”

 

 

Aminath Neena is an English lecturer from the picturesque archipelago nation of the Maldives. Currently, she works at, The Maldives National University. An avid lover of words, poetry is a hobby closest to her heart. Her poems usually revolve around themes such as love, relationships, spirituality, society, and global issues. According to her, poetry is the gateway to spirituality because it resonates purity like no other. Among her achievements include having her poem featured in 'Words And Music', a program on BBC Radio. She believes her writings to be a reflection of her thoughts, her feelings and her life.

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  1. EvaMarieCagleyDecember 18, 2020 at 9:47 AM

    Excellent poem on being your own person and a woman of Faith!

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