Sexy is not the word that you should use
to describe the nooks of a female body,
since it confines the whole concept of femininity
to your sense objects—
limiting it to the finitude of your sight—
something which imprisons the cognition of a person,
enslaving it to an extent that it starts fostering white slavery
just to savor upon the sabotage of a woman's emotions,
by proudly enshrining its own frenzy
in the name of so-called religious beliefs,
that always hint upon the repression of women,
femininity is not what has always been inculcated in our hearts
by painters, writers and poets;
it is not a flower as a flower gets decayed,
while it persists in its entirety,
being a torch-bearer for those who wants it to carve an image
of fierceness, aggression and passion—
the qualities that make it potential enough
to slay a hundred oppressors,
but it doesn't—
not because it is afraid of the consequences
but of the forgiving nature that inheres within it—
preventing it to exhibit its strength
in front of those who know it
draped in love, sensuality and beauty.
Instead, it is an endless sea
that forms the ferocious waves of compassion
swirling the whole universe around it!