[Poem] Okin (Peacock)

Okin

Hers is the kind of beauty that sings of bliss

The kind of perfection that lures to sleep

Lingering on a face that illuminates with a smile

A smile that threatens the night crescent

I have seen her lovely face only once

In a pleasant dream I once was

I have gazed into her heavenly eyes just once

And therein a sentences and words unspoken

Dancing in tango with a stare undefined, untamed

Endless pleasure it said without feelings

Hopeless treasure I felt without speaking

She is my Okin, my queen of subtle beauty

Nature’s magic magnet for the wondering eyes

She carries on her ebony skin the colours of rainbow

With eyes the colour of rose petals

An accurate reflection of dawn’s orange light

Her teeth sparkles like diamonds in a chest of gold

Glitters like stars in the charms of midnight

I have heard her speak only once

With a voice that undulates in the winds like angel’s hymns

Like sonorous crows that wakes China’s dead emperors

And unbinds the mummified pharaohs of Egyptian crypts

I have heard her speak only once

And words like winds hugs my heart in the warmest embrace

She walks like the clever queen from fore-bearers tales

She swaggers with the grace of Juno’s bird

On a stroll along the Olympian quarters of Roman streets

She sleeps with the moon but rises with the sun

She is an apricot in the warm breeze of dawn

And a bright star when the sun stumbles away

Hers is the kind of elegance that writes of love

The kind of excellence that keeps men in line

Hers is the kind of bird of the finest nests

The kind of idol trapped in flashes of human camera

Hers is the kind of beauty that prays in the dark

That the journeying sun never breaks our suspense

                                                                                                        TALHA OLA YUSUF

                                                                                                        MASS COMM , 200L32