Untold Tales
Hasna Huzair
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A deep sigh.
A helpless cry.
''What's wrong?''
''Nothing. Just a fly."

A glistening tear.
As a pain does sear.
"Is everything fine?"
"Yeah. It's only some dust that peer."

A scream with a dare.
A gesture that is rare.
"What is it now?"
"Perhaps a nightmare."

A faint throb.
A muffled sob.
"Care to explain?"
"Just doing my job."

A fierce gush.
A deliberate lush.
"Want me to help?"
"No need to rush."

A masked smile.
A closed file.
"You look happy."
"All the while."

A convincing lie.
A misery so high.
"What about the colour?"
"It's some mere dark die."

A sigh, a cry.
A pain, a tear.
A scream, a screech.
A taunt, a sob.
A smile, a laugh.
A trick, a lie.
Those are the unvoiced voices,
There lie the unheard stories.

Thus remain many a tales,
Untold, hidden beneath the veils.
Relate them to your Lord,
There is none better to listen to the lonely souls.

All the terrible strife,
You endure throughout your life,
May vanish within a wink,
And start to sink.
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