Voice Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

My writings are confused in intentions,
Captive in the ditch of alphabets,
Prisoner in the conflict of words,
Knocked down by rhythm of speeches,
Restrained within evils of my feelings,
Nearly dead by fragrance of some reactions,
Exhausted in stigma of some decadences,
I am in throes of my guilty conscience.

I want to open up the heart of conscience,
Want the spell to free alphabet from the ditch;
Want to enlighten the steppe of words,
Want, transformation of happy rhythms,
Want, famine of the evil feelings,
Want to be the 'voice' of my conscience.