It's me
just me and only me
lonely, vulnerable
gullible too at times
it's me
just me and me alone
raising my voice
feeble, frightened
it's how i learnt
though it sounded strange
to hear me speak
i tried
and here i am
not lonely any more
in company of those who think alike
i voice my thoughts
read you may or may not read
not much difference shall that make
for now i know
the strength of my voice-
feeble, frightened though it may sound.
its the voice of the many
ignored needy
we have a stronger voice
high pitched, shrill
forcing ears to strain to listen
here we've arrived..
the voice is heard...
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The effusiveness and cleanliness of feelings decorates your verses …