Shrouded
Here we have, a beautiful embodiment of puissant prowess reflected in the picture. The dark grey background behind her might suggest the dismal gloom that haunts her, or a reluctant parasol under which a harlot trades her charm. Hair, mingled with black and brown, dismantled yet so aptly managed under the veil, the way a sensational woman hides her emotion. Her eyes, sparkling like a celestial star, possess the potent to perplex one, or to rob him off his senses, and like a drunk man in frenzy, might end up in an abysmal pit chasing the beauty. Her lips, as rubies glitter under the sun, might drag one down under an perpetual passion in darkness, that sans the habitual warmth of those lips might drive one in lunacy. The very essence of her carnal aroma that might numb a mortal momentarily. The veil that hides her might itself be so deceitful, with lustre radiance of ancient passion so engraved in red, and so is peril. With all averred portrayal, thus she stands, or as a goddess so glorious in her very existence.
Soumin Shahrid, Bangladesh, Dhaka
