Sonnet 7: Thy Voice Poem by Banik Rai

Thy voice, a beautiful creation of Divine
Soft, gentle and low, an excellent thing
That graceth thee and thy pretty being
The softness in thy voice hath a sign
Of love, but dothn't it speak thine
Own words, nor doth it like to sing
Thine own songs, but hateth the every string
Of thy heart. Thy voice, albeit benign
Feareth of being denied and hath so
Chosen the silence, but the one thee love
Loveth thee more than thee had ever
Imagined, and innocent thy face, though
Wordless, however giveth him a kind of
Hope, a hope that will fade but never.