She is Virgin

Wind wipes out the dust.
Sky sheds its skin—blooming
her Lilly flowers fade,
Still, she is celestial
♦
Pebbles in the pool
scarring the face of water
It become a broken mirror
Still, she is virgin
♦
summer fruits thrive
bunches of grapes obtrude
her feisty body wet,
Still, she is elegant
♦
black clouds whimpering
soil smells of horse’s tail
Her earth feels revolted
Still, she is bold
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI