I pray that voice to stop forever,
The one which keeps haunting me
since years, the one that bleats, yells,
grunts at a high pitch mode, for its own
comfort, for my discomfort.
Sounds as if it brays, haven't heard
it speaking. What could be the conception
of its poor owner? Can't scare me for sure,
can't make me follow its will.
Maybe for its momentary peace,
To find solace having thought of winning
without knowing what winning actually is!
I know it will cease soon,
When it's made to sleep.
The screeching voice would never shriek,
Taking my ears to infinite tranquillity.
Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.
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