Tuesday, 7 August 2007

Voice

Wandering in a crowd
To hear some voice
People gathered
But nothing dear

Voice is so loud
Hardly listen to anything
Smiles become rare
Hard look follows everywhere

Glass is empty
They are pouring it with vengeance
The deepest turbulence
Made Alcohol embarrassed

Imprisoned in Island
Afraid to reply a voice from far away
So carried away with thoughts of future
Still alive not knowing why..?

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