Deb Panda

Rookie - 156 Points (1992 / KEONJHAR, ODISHA, INDIA)

A VOICE, I LISTEN IN RESILIENCE THROUGH HIS SOUL


Rued! This soul didn't fade;
Questioning; the despaired fortune -foul!
And wonder? may not this deserve-
To listen; upon resilience, upon my soul.


Pristine; beyond these eyes cast;
For the colourful fading autumn;
Remove! this obsolete Soul; for weighed
For miseries ubiquitous; Oh! Mellifluous Queen! ! !

And not sing, song of Monopoly,
May this soul descends to dust-
Oh! Lord for the blissful Song;
To remind you; her voice Omnipresent.

Percolate! Grace through this soul-
Barren; for not drank your nectar,
Oh' Lord! ! ! Least this heart must be vivid;
To sketch this beauty; bless to hear.

And, Listen beyond these Clouds;
A voice sweeping through lightening-
For my soul following, beauty of truth;
Music; disappeared from earthly Spring! ! !

A Voice, my soul holds to eternity;
In resilience; over the Musing Bird,
Victor; to all these worldly pain-
Transcendent; to mist, ages of the Dead! ! !

Submitted: Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Edited: Sunday, December 09, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This plot built on the plane, where her voice was no more Audible, having contributed incredibly through immense patronage, inspiration, those emotions, sensibilities with her penchant music, voice-gratified, laced with exuberance-a divinely gesture beyond the ranges of my pen.

This was written, when I could barely listen those words, which was disappointing, but the silver-lining was 'One rhythm sang in the song, at high pitch only twice'; first one was the pain, second one was the metaphorical exploration of life, leading to overjoy.That struck the chord with me, and the overflowing spirited emotions backed the words in their own way...

I don't know what & why I wrote, someone from within pushes-'Write, Move on...Move on... This PAIN will be IMMORTAL, it must reach her voice, for this Pain is beautiful.'

Endless thoughts sometimes cast their spell; I came lengthy here, sorry for that, but this is all truth about this piece......

Keep reading & Enjoy; if possible PLEASE WRITE CRITICISM ON THIS, that is the best gift for me....

Comments about this poem (A VOICE, I LISTEN IN RESILIENCE THROUGH HIS SOUL by Deb Panda )

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  • Rookie So Close (12/12/2012 9:31:00 PM)

    well written...i enjoyed it very much..keep on poeting...

    »so close« (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 27 Points Jahan Zeb (12/9/2012 7:52:00 AM)

    Hmmmmmmmmm. This is an imaginative write. I loved the way you have chosen your words... strong and carrying sense. A difficult theme nicely tackled Well done.

    For my soul following, beauty of truth;
    Music; disappeared from earthly Spring! ! ! (Report) Reply

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