VOICES

I hear the voices in the dark
The voices that are loud and clear
It talks of distant days
When we will be free and fair.


They speak of sweet nothings
They speak of righteous ways
They have a distinct way to speak
One which I try to fare


There is a message that silence has
To one who understands what its ‘bout
It says more than words can hold
And shows you the right way to mould


Silence is all that one can have
Leaving everybody far behind
It shows you who you are
Whether in crib or in knell


Conscience has a haunting style
Of carving your gruesome flaws
To be or not to be
The way this world moulds you like


I dream of those dearer days
When things will be all fine
When the tussle between me and my-self
Will hit the ending lines


Its time for the dawn to break
And the sun to shine its way
With it brings a new day to dream
And to follow what we b’leive in

---Priyam Mukherjee