Unheard

These are events which secretly occurred,
With a girl, whose voice; remains unheard,
A desperate wave consumes her heart,
Wounding her, eroding her, tearing her apart,
The acid-like hope and the fire of passion to succeed,
Inside her, it would burn and constantly bleed.

As she would battle within, a fearless fight,
She began to doubt that she was ever right,
Ever right, ever true and ever real,
To hear and to speak, to think and to feel,
To her it seemed pointless, to have so much,
When, she couldn’t do with it, anything as such.

She would doubt and question, ‘why, oh why? ’
‘Why have the knowledge, but no permission to try? ’
To attempt to bring her skills to life,
Through study; in itself a struggle and strife,
‘Why have the courage, talent and ability,
When I am clothed and enveloped in disability? ’

Disability of the body, I tell you; no way,
Disability, in having no voice and no say,
She would reflect and laugh and sometimes smile,
At her shortcomings being there all the while,
She would ponder and cry at the cause,
Of her endless defects, and numerous flaws.

Until the point, where she could bear it no more,
The invisible script of hopes, she simply tore,
And in this way, she never again wanted to be tried,
Yes; you got it, she gave in, grew old and died,
Sorrow ate her up, to the very centre, the inner core,
Where the will to succeed, lived no more.

Oh hearer of this call, to whom no sound is audible
Know that each being is indeed credible,
And that her body remains with you, alive today,
Yet her heart lives not, nor breathes the same way,
So these are events that secretly occurred
Within a girl, who will always be unknown; unheard.

Rukhsar Ahmed