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His Voice
by Debalina Roychowdhury
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  His voice brought forth the dusk again.
The pain-stricken flowers danced.
The verdurous gloom deepened.
Upon the willow tree, over the leaves
Colours of the old sky opened.
Weary time tossed her hair,
Something still weaves the air.
They say, 'His voice brought forth my dreams again.'

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May 26, 2012
More By: Debalina Roychowdhury
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Comments on this Poem

Comment 'His Voice' is actually voice of depth bounded by colourfull circles whose centres are time invariant....

Debashis Jana
06/03/2012 03:25 AM
Comment Your poetry often brings forth my dreams, and sometimes, my nightmares too...

Sharmistha Sen
05/28/2012 10:26 AM
Comment beautiful!!

Rupradha
05/27/2012 14:51 PM



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