A voice too faint, vacant, wishes to rush towards a welcoming emotion
Pacify its palpitations, doubts, and nullify the abuses by a hostile world
It can be a desolate world when people assemble to pillory the mild voice
The Earth trembles from the hostile languages; knowledge becomes a trickle
Somewhere, they are still available in exotic places; away from interventions
While this approaching voice will be painted in many derogatory colours
The clamour becomes ear-shattering- annihilating the sensibilities
A desolate vacant voice is grabbed by its soul to repeat the ubiquitous drivel
~Amitav
Deep n profound 💐
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