As I lie on my bed outstretched,
Gazing at the covered up sky;
Some voices strange I hear in my head,
Sizzling, rumbling, laughing by
My ears left and right; but
A qualm would arise, is this in my head?
Or just something outside, unsure I
Lie, hearing the voices' desire,
To stop me, to kill me, of not letting me fly;
But still I lie on my bed outstretched,
Waiting for the voices to die;
Stubborn, deadly, cunning voices;
They want me to fall, with my dreams
Down the sky so wide,
That leads to the golden world
Of laughter and light,
So I lie on my bed outstretched,
Looking at the grey tube-light,
I get off my bed with a whirling dread
But walk with a wry
And turn on the light,
The voices would die,
I bid them goodbye.
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We get whatever we wish to struggle for. Good poem, well-penned.
This poem is well written. Good. But the voices that this person hears, are not good. At least, at last he/she woke up and on the light to say goodbye to the voices.. Nice plot..Thank you for the invitation, Roy.
A poem which draws you in, like the voices themselves, to a train of thought...... it is like a dream.
Well written and composed, I liked the buildup and positive ending to a dark poem.
It is a very real and deep poem, we all experience the voices from time to time, the light is always there whenever we need it and want it. Beautiful Shouvik as always! ! Love and Light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one seems dark and powerful with the voices that won't stop, but as soon as you turn on the light there gone. I like it, Great poem! ! !