WHITE HANDKERCHIEF
by Fatimah Olayinka Hassan
The white handkerchief, fair and clear
The heart desire of every young, old
Normal birth and noble
For she carries the seal of purity
Pretty as rose-the mother of all flowers
Shinning with the sparkle of desire on the heart and eye of beholders
Rock and rolling with grace and elegance
For she is a woman of distinct characters
Fairly rose, the symbol of greatest emotion
Faultless and blameless as it blooms
Committing herself no one but her unchanging convictions
For in her blossom dwells the fountain of uprightness
White handkerchief, a land yet to be cultivated
On her, no man has built
No goat has grazed
No pest has infested
Intact remains her God given minerals
For she is the epitome of virtues
White handkerchief, a horse not saddled
She has conquered with great triumph
Her Lord attests to her strength and swiftness
For she is suitably clad in transparency
White handkerchief, a bed not climbed
Her spread, linen of glistening beauty
Not soiled by nasty deeds
For she is a woman of modesty
