Like the spell of a magical sky studded with twinkling stars
woman, you are beautiful beneath the shadow of your scars
the cartography of your skin is mapped with unseen wars
the landscape of your love is a canvas of unwritten memoirs.
The storms of Saturn and the rings of Jupiter orbit your eyes
woman, the cosmos of your beauty is in this planet's sunrise
the poetry on your lips is Aphrodite singing songs in disguise
the contours of your body are the softness of a million butterflies.
The verses of Gita, the psalms of Bible fade in your blinding light
woman, you are a silhouette walking out of the shadows of night
the screams in your silence are question marks burning bright
the silence in your screams is an answer exploding with dynamite.
They call you queen, they call you goddess in earth's domains
woman, you are eternal in the valley of thorns and bloodstains
the secret of your smile lingers in the bondage of your chains
the song of your survival is a sword unsheathed in hurricanes.
- Jaspreet Mann