A Voice Of Choice

A Voice Of Choice short poem

Uploaded by Dr. Disha Khanna


Choices are a part
Of voices from the heart.

Without inner voice
You have no choice.

It is all a matter of choice
How we use our voice.

Back your choice
With a strong voice.

I made my choice
Paying heed to God’s voice.

People wish to taint
Have a choice of callous to paint.

Make a selective choice
That you should ultimately rejoice.

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A PhD in American Literature, Dr Disha Khanna- The Diva! possesses 10 years of hands on experience in the field of teaching at the university level. Dr Khanna, a philosophical, fun loving and adventurous person is the content writer of school and college books. She has to her credit the translation of Hindi novel to English "The World Beyond the Motherland". Dr Khanna is the twice recipient of "The Best Researcher's Award" at LPU in the field of Arts & Languages. Currently, Dr Khanna is working as the Associate Professor at GNA University, and even the supervisor to many research scholars.
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