Basanta Lohani


Tormented Voices - Poem by Basanta Lohani

Tormented voices echo all around the valley
Their ripples dissolving in the distant woods
Mingle with the quiet river
And blow with the wind.

The heart manifests
The innocent beauty
The deep insight kangaroo court, ’
The pure feeling
The innermost reality.

Refrain from self-introspection
Don’t give in to others
The world is changing fast.

God’s greatest gift to man
Perennial flow of tears
No more shall bubble forth for you
Once the spring dries up.

Hunger for more
And gratification of the senses
Are now the values to cherish.

Yes, indeed!
While a few dressed in gold
Move up the social rungs
Can we rejoice? O never,
Lost are the poor men’s songs.


Comments about Tormented Voices by Basanta Lohani

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/27/2013 8:24:00 PM)

    lost are the poor men's song, good write,
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013


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