A Voice

A Voice short poem

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It was dim afternoon when i heard a voice,
not the one we hear everyday,it was calm and quite,
but it was very far, as i know,
the words weren’t clear, they were mingled,
as if a story which is riddled,
The experience which you would have near the shore,
when a silence is able to silent the loudest roar.
It wasn’t the struggle it carried, it was the love it lack,
as if someone had cursedly stabbed from back.
Day by day,the voice was losing it’s stay
as if the light which went away
into the deepest of caves
and the wind fought cowardly with the waves
The captains who conquered the sea,
were captivated by the unfree,
Cunningly had the wind blew away,
and had left me without a say.
It was a dim afternoon when i heard a voice
as if the deep scream of an ending soul,
and the light escaping from the smallest hole.
The whole firmament had stopped,
as if the nature had mocked.
It wasn’t the struggle it carried, it was the love it lack,
as if none had filled up the threatening crack.
Day by day the voice was losing it’s stay
like the cunning wind who blew away.

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