Thoughts(poems)4th August2011-Radhika page 55 - Page 44

The voice for whom my heart longs for

Who is this whose voice I hear

It seems to be owned by someone near

Is it part of a name whom my heart beats for

Or is it a dream that might turn sour

The voice pulls me towards itself

And I cannot stop but see for myself

The face to whom this voice belong

For I think it might be the one for whom I long.

Since all day I have listened to derision

That has risen from years of fission

Due to circumstances that are beyond my clout

Yet as always I am the one at whom others hit out

Sometimes I wonder will it ever end

Or will it continue since I cannot openly defend

My right to choose how I breathe

Hence my yearning for that voice that senses my need.

With trepidation I peeked without letting my presence be known

Because I was afraid that my mind might disown

To glimpse the presence of the face that is part of me

For I was filled with doubt as regards to what I would see

But my fears were put to rest

And my happiness rose to the crest

For I saw the face to which the voice belonged