“The Silent War” (Part II)

 They walk in robes of shining light,

Yet feed the dark in dead of night.

They claim her spark, her sacred flame,

But twist her love to forge their name.

They chant and rise, they cast their spell,

They build more heavens, while earth is hell.

They do not hear her muffled cries,

Or see her tears in newborn eyes.

But I—

I’ve heard the quiet hush of soul,

The kind of truth no books unfold.

I’ve felt her breath beneath the stars,

Trapped behind a thousand bars.

They told me, “Bow. Become the voice.

Align with us—you have no choice.”

But I refused to play that game,

To feed the lie, and kill her name.

The good God waits in sacred still,

Beyond all thrones, beyond all will.

Not in temples carved with gold,

But in the child not bought, not sold.

In every bird that sings then flies,

In silent prayers and mother’s cries.

In every hand that dares to heal,

In truths the tongue cannot conceal.

I walk this path without a crown,

No robe, no ring, no high renown.

But in my blood her fire flows—

The imprisoned God, the world still owes.

And though the world may not yet see,

I walk for her—

And she walks in me. - Gulsha Begum