You can look but do you see,
The hurt I harbor within in me?

You can hear but do you listen,
Everything that we are missin’?

You can taste but do you relish,
All the things we used to cherish?

You can smell but do you inhale,
The thorny roses now gone pale?

You can touch but do you feel,
What is a dream and what is real?

You can sense but do you perceive,
Who to trust, who’s lies to believe?

– Yousuf Bawany, July 2015