A voice within me speaks with utter tenderness.
As I traverse through life's wilderness.
It's somberness enchants me undaunted
I chase it as if I am haunted.
I know not where it originates
Yet I am happily chained by its dictum and dictates.
When turmoils and doubts knife's my calm
The desert of my life is shaded by it's palm.
I lean on it perpetually
It is my dean virtually.
By Binita Jha
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