The Voice Poem by R S S MURTHY MALLADI

My words are faith';
Let yourvoice be the wonder of eighth.

I know not whether Iam prising;
The very movement when I listen to you get amazing.

Nightingale may get hurt;
When it heres the Sugary speech from yourthroat.

What is the secret behind the voice;
It must be the God's choice.

Oh! Heavenly angels come to me near;
To get to inspire to write a few more wordsfor her.

Oh girl! It is your voice
Whichis the symbol of polite;
It gives to the mankind much delight.

Your tone believe me its true your tone;
Let the Apple hire as its ring tone.

By listening to you,let the anger bevanished
Let friendliness be flourished.

When ever I recollect your address;
The heavy stress becomes oppress.

You are swweeter than sweet;
Softer than soft.

Your voice which resembles your heart;
makes many men soft.

Summer may getwonder;
as you can mould the excessive heat with your sweet thunder.

parrot parrot find your home root;
Since she makes you to unsuit.

Oh God! Now I understood why you must be crazy;
With her voice she made all the boys drowsy...

Oh jealous get far away;
You can't find your presence in her presence anyway.
Oh children! Get ready to become cheer;
Your sweet angel is here...