By Sumaiya Shorif Moon
I no more search for who I am,
The soul that has become a lamb.
I hear no inner me,
I answer only in bleat.
The soul of me is locked away,
I fear nothing, it is okay.
Every scroll sings a song,
My heart bells ding dong.
Am I a human or became thee,
You have captured all of me.
Once the soul that bloomed in the green,
Now is poisoned by your gleam.
I don’t wake to the sparrows call,
But to glowing screen,
I hope that speaks all.
This sky in the morning feels very fake,
A filter in my eyes,
I swear my heart did not make.
Yet I smile every day
And I have become the lamb of play.