The Voice Poem by Praniti Vijayvergiya
The Voice
The voice has dropped in my ears after ages,
The chills have run through my veins like rages;
The more I play it in my intellect,
the more I lose my internal sages...
The sweet and mellow, the tough and rusty,
Have always brought about a shudder like blazes,
The vibes so strong while the string not so long,
What always follows as constant is the moonlit, sleepless and starry sky gazes...
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8/28/2026 11:42:11 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Well conceived and elegantly brought forth from the heart. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Praniti.