Is that the creed?
That your hearts accede?
Scurvy proverbs from your sayings
Against my religious obligation
Hijab is but a piece of cloth
Worn to make for a worth.
And do you think it bars me from
mirth making moments
Or fostering favours for fashion?
Nay! You prate!
I choose this independence.
It’s that with which I am adorned
And modesty is not an artist’s job
But a warm nest in the heart
Where all hen lay bastard eggs
Am I not that freedom
wrapped around the head?
And for sure I have brilliancy knotted to my chest
So, take the wit to judge
Is veiling failing?