The Voice Is Heard Poem by sreelekha premjit

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...