Among the voices

soft, sonorous,

hoarse and high pitched,

that have come out

breaking apart the gigantic cement walls,

I know my voice is also present.

The voice of the creek running down the hills

is mumbling away.

The voices of the mighty vehicles on the road

are elbowing each other.

The voice of the airplane high in the sky

is proud of its height.

The voice of the factory machine

is jabbering something loud.

Melody of the chirping birds,

animals’ voices

the shrill voices of cicadas at night

are present like charming dames.

At the assembly,

present are also the subtle voices

arisen out of the tiny motion from the rest.

Bellyful content voices,

hungry, shrunken voices,

and timeless voices of art too

have taken their places.

At the assembly of voices,

some loud voices are surging like waves.

I know my voice is also among them.

But I am struggling desperately

to know

which one is my voice?

Which one is my own voice?

Rispondi Cancella risposta

Scrivi qui il tuo commento...

Inserisci i tuoi dati qui sotto o clicca su un'icona per effettuare l'accesso:

E-mail (obbligatorio) (L'indirizzo non verrà pubblicato)

Nome (obbligatorio)

Sito web

Stai commentando usando il tuo account WordPress.com. ( Chiudi sessione /  Modifica )

Stai commentando usando il tuo account Twitter. ( Chiudi sessione /  Modifica )

Stai commentando usando il tuo account Facebook. ( Chiudi sessione /  Modifica )

Annulla

Connessione a %s...

Notificami nuovi commenti via e-mail

Mandami una notifica per nuovi articoli via e-mail

Δ