The Voice: Our Saviour

BY HIRANMAYI DULEEP MOHAN 

A frail world: collapsing within blinks.
Raging tumult, yet governed by a silent jinx.
On the cliff of failure; verge of death,
All souls drawing their last breath.
Vanishing hope: a melting candle,
Leaving dark shadows to float about the mantle
Of our crumbling realm,
Flooded with guilt and sorrow and overwhelm.

It seemed that it was too late to voice
Unvoiced truth, unvoiced opinion, unvoiced choice.
Their Voice never did matter to anyone but them,
Their Voice was no precious gem.
Should they have broken taboos, when opportunity presented itself
With doors wide open to voice freely, till the satisfaction of one’s self?
Should they have unlocked their Voice’s cages
And let soar the words that were buried for ages?

A shrill squeak disturbed all flow.
The first Voice illuminated minds with a dazzling glow;
Faithful sparks ignited in the minds of all who heard,
Causing the Voice to be followed a shrieking second and third.
The petered candle burst into flames,
Blasting into hearts flourishing ideas and aims.
Their time had come, to voice out their views,
Without trepidation of confronting accusing shuns.

Voice after Voice, they all voiced; it did matter, after all.
They were all heard, Voice by Voice, each and every call.
Thoughts sprouted and minds bloomed,
To shape a new future and end doomed.
The clocks ticked on and on into regenerative days,
Where Voice would mould existence in miraculous ways.
The Voice: what did it do, so big, so great?
How come it determined each being’s fate?

The Voice is the legacy of mankind;
The mark of existence that one leaves behind.
The Voice is an asset— worth more than you think,
So never let its importance shrink.
The Voice is unique, it makes mankind stand out.
It makes a colossal difference, no doubt.
The Voice defines who you truly are,
Letting others see through your mind and soul and far.

Blossoming minds generated buzzing thoughts
And fluttering ideas, none which turned out as noughts.
With the Voice, every thought was heard
And every idea until the very last word.
Voices mirrored the minds of those who expressed,
Leaving their listeners awe-struck and impressed.
Hearts were poured out through the Voice,
Demanding for a better world and rejoice.

A wildfire the Voice was; exploding with words,
That travelled faster than flames in swards.
It spread awareness about the truth,
And promoted the same among the aged and youth.
The Voice was a weapon possessing infinite power,
And those who wielded it would above others tower.
It possessed the ability to encourage and empower.
If used wisely, a superpower.

Penetrating its way into heart and soul,
The Voice left behind an empty hole:
The desire to voice and inspire,
And become one who the rest would admire.
The Voice kept influencing the race of men,
To produce flowering minds every now and then.
It blanketed itself over the race
For mankind to overcome obstacles face-to-face.

Against all evil forces the Voice protests,
Without any lackadaisical rests.
To bring good is its goal,
As well as making the world a whole.
The Voice questions all wrong-doers
Making them answerable to all viewers.
It challenges those who are bad broth,
And uncovers the truth from under their cloth.

Of us, by us, and for us,
The voice’s reach is tremendous.