Brick By Brick Poem by Sumaya Aijaz

He knows how to trick-
To destroy walls brick by brick.
Pain begins with just a prick,
Then spreads like fire quick.

It makes one coward, turns one liar,
Like sparks in wire, a small fine wire.
Lie and truth both feel the same,
As minds go blind and heart's go lame.

Rays turn UV, yet feel like flame,
And soul gets trapped in devil's game.
He doesn't throw one in the fire-
He starts with spots on heart's attire.

No, not hell at once - it is slow and slick,
He stains the soul, then plays his trick.
Darkness comes, no voice to yell,
Eventually, the tragic...fell.

The only way to escape his art-
Is to listen closely to heart.
It doesn't lie, it knows the trail,
It knows the part in every tale.

Which cart are we sailing through?
The heart alone will whisper true.