Her cares

She cares but shows not
Not that she's ignorant
But hideous
Hideous of her innate feelings

She's the beauty
Of the seven Ugandan hills
Princess of the Nile Valley
Queen to the hearts of the bearded
Too bad she cares less

She's aware of the gazes
The lustful gazes
Threatening to devour her being
The shadowy hands
Creeping towards her
Ask her if she cares

She's the mover of hearts
The rouser of deep and strange feelings
Her eyes alone shake the Everest
Does she even care

She's the desire of lots of hearts
The right taste to the salivating tongue
Reason for the sleepless nights
Never does she care

They wish to hold her
Protectively in their arms
Like a lioness to her cubs
But
She bears no feelings
To care