indira babbellapati

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The Voice* - Poem by indira babbellapati

where from it comes
i know not
sometimes it's as
close as a whisper
at times i hear it
reaching me
piercing through the
innumerable dark layers
that wrap firmly around me
surprisingly, there are times
when i hear it as if
a formless being talks it over
sitting right in front of me
of late i realise
it comes mostly from
within me...

*in response to Onelia Avelar's
comment on 'dialogue with self: iii'

11dec2009
13.44hrs

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  • (12/11/2009 3:17:00 AM)


    Where ever & when ever it comes respect it. It is our spiritual lighthouse. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 27, 2009


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