Her Eyes Were A Hymn Poem by Mizan Siddiqui

Her eyes,
like stained glass windows,
breaking the light into colors
I never prayed for—
yet I found myself kneeling.

I stood outside,
a stranger with crescent on my lips,
listening to bells I could never ring,
but her gaze—
it was the only sermon I believed.

The church held her voice,
but her silence reached me,
soft, endless,
like verses carved into the sky.

And maybe—
faith divides our steps,
but when her eyes met mine,
I swear,
every border disappeared.