Optical Illusion
Since when did you learn to stay silent?
What happened to your beautiful voice?
Where did all your scars go?
What happened to your beautiful eyes?
Despite being so striking, where’s that light?
What happened to your beautiful eyes?
Where will you go after the entrance of the stars?
What will happen if time flies?
With the crowd of thousands, with the mob of none,
Where is your cheery side, what happened to your lovely eyes?
Speak! Try! At least try!
What happened to your beautiful voice?
Your smile doesn’t appear the same!
Despite being insane, you look so sane.
Although it’s rare, I have noticed:
The change in your smile, voice, and beautiful eyes!
Mumble or whisper or shout,
Please, for God’s sake, pour it out.
I’ll listen in the brightest or dullest light,
I’ll listen in the day, dawn, dusk, or night.
Don’t try to hide more; you are bad at it.
Come. Together, we’ll try to fight.
Just don’t stay silent; you were a voice to many,
Speak, with your heart, mouth, and beautiful eyes.
— Syeda Tazeen Manzar, (06-Apr-2024)