Voices..
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I speak in one voice
I speak in many voices
You hear me and cry
There is discord but no
There is but One Voice
That seems like many voices
And I laugh and cry
To hear of your follies
When will you learn
Oh! When will you I wonder
There is but One and only one voice
The tower that crumbled yesterday
It’s stones were gathered
You fled with them far away
Near and far they lie clattering
Too many tongues chattering
Your lessons you still have to learn
Your pride and arrogance unlearn
I wait for the day when you’ll see
When ocean and sky will be free
When no more towers will be raised or razed
For the day when you hear my voice
©Vineetha Mekkoth
01.08.2016
A powerfully committed and insightful work of poetry.
Louis sir, thank you…
A reassertion of one’s identity, one’s distinct ”voice”. A lovely poem.
Vijay sir, thank you