Poetry | Sound

I woke up to the sound of cry.

Slept back, and continued denying. 

Acted like I didn't see when you were dying.

I left you there, saying,

"Hey, Calm down. I also have a life"

One day, I lost my height. 

And suddenly, everybody left me behind. 

No one helped me or told me why,

I cried to God, Why God! Why?! 

That's when He whispered, 

"You don't understand the purpose of life.

Leaving others to die and you think,

you can still have a life?"

Then again, I woke up to the sound of cry

But this time it was me who had died. 

- Maham Amir