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Voice

Eyes no more close to sleep
I hear the groaning
Pagan voice,
Neither it speaks of it pains-
Nor it calls out my name,
It calls for someone lost in tide…
It calls for friends lost in night…
Pagan drums beat in rhythm
Cauldrons heating the day’s feast…
Macbeths and shylocks plotting ahead…

A pagan cry I still hear on…
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Seema Aarella 28 October 2008

nice imagination and imagery...and the voice remains undiscovered...still echoing in the emptiness of the ethereal world!

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Rajaram Ramachandran 25 October 2008

The imagination goes beyond the earth to hear the voice from nowhere. Well composed.

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