A voice unheard

God gifted me the power
of a cunning way with words.
But what use is a voice if a voice goes unheard?

Like a flare shot up against the sun,
I’m lost amidst the sound.

Like raindrops aplenty absorbed by soil,
I sink beneath the noise.

The wooing of a girl
drowned by a sun-soil crowd;
love’s not heard when lust is loud.


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