Look into her eyes.
What do you see?
Read past the lies,
Shrouded in mystery.
In need of another rise,
Drowning in desperation
With her own good's demise,
She's far from being veracious.
In the devil's workshop of misery
She's inevitably headed for agony,
Unchained from constructs so arbitrary.
Look into her soul, weary and old.
What can you see, feel and infer?
Read past her conduct, oh so cold-
Shrouded by passions in wild color.
Let the viridian greenery and fold
Of her iris and her very demeanor
Allow her suppressed stories to be told.
To gently be the answer to her prayer.
Enslaved to anarchy,
Her mind is at chaotic liberty.
In need of a savior, she's lost her sanity.
The writer is an A levels student from Bangladesh International School & College.
Find her on Instagram @nuzhat_shama