I heard her soliloquies very clearly though softly spoken
The cool breeze of the cold night
Gently carried them to my sweet sharp listening ears,
But alas, they were words from a heavy heart:
“Why am I noticed by no one?
Why only one in a thousand appreciates me?
Why will none smile at me?
My countless smiles are treated with disdain.
Unlike the millions of them I meet each passing second,
Not even an ant takes a peek at my beautiful veiled form.
Perhaps they are of noble birth while I issued from a boil?
Perhaps the boil that left a big scar on mum’s right thigh?”
But then she observed more closely
And realized they gave out some personal valuables
To merit the admirations and all their seemingly sublime societal status
So like them her portion she began to give
And how renown she became just by the break of dawn
In publicizing her “privacies”
Heralding them in micromillimetre-size mini-apron attires
That set hearts of men ablaze like cast magical spells
Affections soon flowed like never drying springs
Oh what immeasurable joy engulfed her soul,
What sense of accomplishment and acceptance she felt
But little did she know that they were fleeting and frail
Oh dear daughter of Eve,
What comfort and assurance seeketh thou that He cannot offer
Is it not enough that perfect is His Grace that sealed you?
And free and changeless His favour to you?
Is it not assuring enough that thou art wonderfully and fearfully made?
Findeth thou no honour in thy body being His Holy Temple?
No security in having a helmet of salvation and a breastplate of righteousness?
Oh blessed daughter of Eve,
Look to the ancient path and forsake the fleeting fantasies of the world.