Awakening from the fossils of inert dialogues,
Deafened by the demanding chaos of life,
Amongst the usual conversation join in those ‘voices’,
Merely mixed by the sound speaker: their tempo mystical,
“Original soul rendezvous”: their preferred validation I suppose.
As I gaze at the peculiarities of life: much the usual way,
The voices: a manual of gratitude and humility,
I question them somewhat authoritatively about their presence,
“Why should I listen to you “: a self-explanatory answer resonates,
Unconvinced my naïve intellect acts once again: unchallenged.
The voices continue unabated like a victorious contingent from a battlefield,
The kinetic inertia unfolding at a striking speed,
I race to control the unrest as the vibrations give an ultimatum,
“Listen to us (voices) or listen to your gullible soul”!
A statement that solidifies into my melting self-introspection.
The voices: an insignia of human compassion,
The voices: engaging selflessly into inflicted chaos,
A pact of “self–commitment” I so long ignored,
My engagement with them is certainly foreseen now,
The seeker within me- finally listening.
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