Voicing The Voiceless Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

Let me have voice for-

the seeds, with their tied lips
and heads bowed
that 're least expressive of their agony
as they lie supine
under the heaps of snow
for want of a sprout for a season

the rocks, with their infinite silence
are never expressive of their excruciating pain
even at the enormous lashes of waves
that grind them into the miniscule points
and volley them into every insignificant corner
before shoving them into a bottomless dungeon

the child, unknown of the pangs of life
while sitting on his mother's lap
he views life to be a bed of roses
but unaware of the world that callously waits
to plunder his innocence, and his fertile youth
to turn him into a hollow mansans hope and sans a dream
and to feign him to be a victim of the cruel destiny!

the lover, with his dreamy eyes
brimming in youthful passion and hope
like a spider he builds an airy castle
to pluck a rainbow for her lover
and to present her with all its hues
who is quite unknown
although shining but it's thinning
slowly and steadily every moment

what if this elevation
only shows up its turtle head
and soon is checked
for not getting a suitable medium
so, before the cruel fate spreads its tentacles
to catch me untimely here
let me have my voice to singthe glory of God
whose unseen hands
can better raise an innocent
from zero to prominence.

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