In silence, a thousand voices shout at me,
Clawing me with their broken nails;
Finding an answer to that, smiling me,
I ponder! Who they are;
Persistent in a single question to me,
I close my ears to trumpeter’s noise.
A shadow rises over them all,
I wait! Lest a face looks like me.
I am not able to shut their voices,
Everyday a new joins them, inside me;
Is this a treasure of hidden truths?
Which have found a graveyard in me.
Shouting at me, to free them all,
And with that, make a way to Thee!
Who knows it all,
And some more,
I, I think! the I , look so small,
Thee looks at me standing ever tall;
Can it be me! Who can free them all,
Then, I fight, I fight with me,
To release them, one and all।
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