She was tired
She was tensed
She was waiting
The results came
A mixed bag of fortune
A bittersweet concoction
The voice saw
The voice sighed
The voice waited
Her reactions came
A mixed thought
A languid response
The voice wondered
She clarified
Hers is the power
The power to show emotions
The emotions in response to situations
The voice had the power
The power to know her innermost thoughts
The thoughts that can fill the entire universe
She had the desire
The desire to win
And this was only a battle
A battle where she has had a setback
The voice had the responsibility
The responsibility to guide her
And this was the universe
A universe swathed in darkness
7 comments:
Nice one !
good one...but does this poem mean u got a "A" grade in ur last semester[:P]
Cuckoo, thanks! :)
Superficial Gibbering prater, thanks. This is an attempt to a different type of writing but purely fiction. Nothing to do with my grades :) In fact, you can see the previous "voice" posts if you like. They would clear your doubt. And welcome aboard!
so where u heading to? :)
Arun, I don't know where the protagonist is heading to. Believe me, even I'm curious :)
The narration of d protagonist is simply marvelous n very vivid too...:)
Lavender, thankyou :) I too admire the ease with which the protagonist expresses herself. Wish all of us could do that in our lives.
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