skip to main | skip to sidebar

Jiya

Poems, recollections, inspirational sketches, stories, travel vignettes.

Monday, April 23, 2018

A Voice


A voice with which to sing,
to prick away the sting,
a voice with which to cry,
cry out against the sky.

A voice to defy harsh passerby,
A voice to redeem, to beam
across a wavering dream.

A voice once lost, now saved
A voice not again betrayed.




Posted by Jiya at 3:39 PM

No comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Blog Archive

  • ►  2019 (4)
    • ►  February (1)
    • ►  January (3)
  • ▼  2018 (37)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  May (7)
    • ▼  April (3)
      • A Voice
      • Burning
      • Lullaby
    • ►  March (2)
    • ►  February (14)
    • ►  January (10)
  • ►  2017 (2)
    • ►  December (2)
  • ►  2015 (12)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  August (3)
    • ►  July (8)
  • ►  2014 (2)
    • ►  June (2)
  • ►  2013 (5)
    • ►  June (4)
    • ►  April (1)
  • ►  2012 (2)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  March (1)
  • ►  2011 (2)
    • ►  May (1)
    • ►  February (1)
  • ►  2010 (6)
    • ►  September (3)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  May (1)
    • ►  April (1)
  • ►  2009 (10)
    • ►  September (4)
    • ►  August (2)
    • ►  May (4)
  • ►  2008 (22)
    • ►  September (11)
    • ►  August (3)
    • ►  July (4)
    • ►  June (4)

About Me

Jiya
View my complete profile