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You are attractive in harmattan 
Or better in raining season we know not. 
Whose love are you indeed 
When late in the night unveiled? 
Why do your beauty you hide 
And your elegance imprisoned? 
When will your freedom be celebrated 
That your role may not be left untouched? 
Anonymous to friends and strangers alike 
As you maunder about 
In your sacred mobile prison. 
Desires and dreams 
Do not to you concern, 
Free from cosmetic expenses, 
Your fears to you will always be 
Until the day your freedom is declared.

ALIMA