by Amal Mila Filza
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“Verily, it is not the eyes that grow blind, but it is the hearts which are in the breasts that grow blind” [Quran 22:46]
Imprisoned, in a white walled room.
Tears falling down like bombs in a battlefield.
This field that once felt so trusted
Now became a see-through shield.
Chained, to a poisoned society
Where escape is made impossible
and the ransom is not worth the liberty
Restrained, from the expression of true love
It is a reflection of perfection,
yet your sight is left unseen,
the worst disease, a blinded heart.
Bruised, from the uttered words
Words that should have been left unspoken
Yet you unlocked that door and left me bruised..
Hope, a feeling that remains
My goal is left undamaged
As I know this hurt too will fade away
The mercy of my Lord is bound to stay.