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A Voice...

A Voice…

At a distance a wave trying to reach,
Sometimes so soft that it perishes on the way…

It roars sometimes like a thunder,
Inside me it blows all my patience away…

Telling her this is wrong and not right,
To do things this way to end all troubles that start this fight…

It has been long since she was in school with peers,
It seemed to her like a lecture never heard in years…

Is she a parent, teacher, preacher or a friend?
It leaves her puzzled each day to know what she was in the end…

The answer finally would lie not in the head but in her heart,
A voice could be of a teacher’s, a friend’s or a mother’s who is her guard…

 

© 2016 Pimmi Nag

 

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