She heard you,
All the taunts sung in sync
Oh, how they echoed.
It started with a simple chorus of laughter,
Stuck on loop for hours
All that ever took to trigger the play button.
Every time someone stepped close,
The keys of insecurities played in her heart
You weren’t always singing in her head.
She used to hum another tune
A melody of joy,
High notes carried her smile.
You ripped and shredded her musical notes,
Still she sung,
She sang to the beats of your normal.
One day her voice cried,
Singing to the heavens above.
You heard her truly for the first
And last time that day.
Was the genre she belonged to
That off tune to your ordinary?
She was the harmony, yet
Why did the perfect lyrics matter so much?
Author: Anubhi Srivastava
Editor: Prisha Budhiraja