She was happy
She was singing
Suddenly
She heard the Voice cry
She was flabbergasted
She hadn't encountered it before
She didn't know what to do
She called to the Voice
She wondered
Wondered about what was wrong
She worried
Worried about how to set it right
The Voice came
The Voice was sobbing
Slowly
The Voice told her the reason
"My friend died
Died of skepticism
Died of overdose of cynicism
Died of lack of care"
The Voice quivered
Quivered with sorrow and fear
The Voice waned
Waned so much that listening became harder
She was shocked
Shocked to see the Voice's waning voice
Of present, of the moment
She remembered
Remembered the Voice's exuberant voice
Of past, of yore
She realized
She had drawn upon the Voice
To pull her through trials and tribulations
She had leaned on the Voice
Through troubles and thunders
She realized
The Voice needed her care now
To bring it back to its past glory
The Voice required nourishment
Lack of which, it would wane to forever
She was afraid
Afraid if she was worth the task
Afraid if she had it in her
To pull them both through this ordeal
She knew
Knew that she can do it
Knew that the time has come
To put the Voice's teachings into practice
She rose to the task
The task that will raise them both
The Voice followed this time
Happy that it had done a worthy deed
The Voice was sure
That it was in good hands
She was determined
To heal the wounds of skepticism
She and the Voice
They battle the demons of time again!
Let us wish them the best
For they need it, in their own ways!
[Mourning the loss of a friend's Voice.... er, Voice's friend!! Amen!]
2 comments:
Nice one ! U shd really write more poems :)
Aths, thanks :)
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