Eye Cradle Poem by Noorie Ali

I grew from a seed to a plant.
I was once water now a solid.

I was once dust now turned clay.
I was a tear, not a coward.

I was feared, but not scared; I was once a marked stain
An absolute cradle singing lullabies a song to sooth my fray.

My sad duet an unseen character a voice to be heard a silence with a loud
Bang.
Thy rain pouring like a forest without a twig nor leafs.

My tree inside me had collapsed long before I opened an eye.
Fallen in a deep coma unable to bloom. A flower dead
An unveiled quilt for thy lining of the heart had worn out.

Without a sound
A hush to the unknown.