Voices
The voices do not cease,
Yet,
The faces remain unseen.
The voices are stifled,
But,
No throats seen strangled,
The voices are loud,
Yet,
No lips seen whispering even a sound,
The voices of strangers,
Who,
I’m unable to see,
But,
Their words do not cease!
These voices refuse to go,
The voices that shout for help,
The voices screaming in horror,
The voices begging for mercy,
From the terror!
These are,
The voices that remained unheard off,
When those children die.
The voices that could not be cut-off,
When those men were burnt alive.
The voices that could not be taped,
When those girls were molested and raped,
The voices of the farmers,
When their crops died,
The voices of the factory workers,
Working day and night,
The voices of those children,
Whose mother was raped before their eyes,
The voices of the Dead,
With a different story to tell,
Then,
When they were alive,
The voices of the prostitutes,
Lying in bed screaming within,
‘Leave me now, leave me! For I am already dead!’
The voices of millions,
Praying for peace and hope,
Along with,
The voices of school children,
Who became addicts,
Begging and pleading for some dope!
The voices of those,
Slaughtered in Cambodia and Vietnam,
The voices of those,
They bombed in Afghanistan,
The voices of those,
They butchered while making India and Pakistan,
The voices of those,
They erased from Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
The voices of those Jews,
Gassed to death by the Nazi’s,
The voices of those,
They kill daily in Iraq,
The voices of those,
Hacked to death in Bombay and Gujarat!
These are voices of people,
I don’t even know!
These are voices of strangers,
I don’t wish to hear!
For,
These are those voices I fear!
These are voices,
Calling out in pain,
These are voices,
That now have no remains!
Voices without a face or a name.
24/09/04 2:20am
© Noor Enayat August 2004
3 comments:
Never doubted ur talent..so here is another masterpiece....just short of words to describe this beautiful work of urs..It is a beautiful manifestation of sacred feeling that pour from ur heart.....simply "THE BEST"
voices...voices of human tragedy..voices of those things that go wrong..but what about the voices that ring in your head..millions which belong to you yourself???...
well written piece. but human tragedy is the price we pay for the flawed creation that we are: the human race...
a disturbing piece in itself,however i tend to catch grammatical mistakes beforei can focus on other things.i feel that children die n not dies..maybe i am wrong..
moving on,u kind of kill the poetry by making it evocative n exraneous both at the same time.by giving the sex workers a voice, u did personalise the issue however it made it explicit n hence it lost the touch.nonetheless like i said its disturbing.
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