Do I have any feelings left?
For all seems lost
My mind tortured
And left off to dust.

Do I have any sight left?
For all I see is barren
My vision snatched
And left off unknown.

Do I have any voice left?
For all I say isn't heard
My voice disrupted
Pressed firmly and bound.

Do I have any myself left?
For all through I search in vain
Me myself depressed
I continue to search with hope again.

© Dr Nida Fathima