Oh belle of an ancient people
noticed by some, discovered by none.
Delineated yourself enough
yet, disseminated in erratum.


The delicacy of your skin
cannot be shattered.
The instinct beauty noticed
in early hour of the day.


Hidden in the village
deprive of being discovered.
Dancing to local drum beats
with legs painted in brownish-red mud.


Oh, our ancient people
wake up, wake up, it’s dawn.
When will you discover the belle among you?
when will you be discovered and utilized

(c) Gloriouspa