Her mesmerizing voice echoes,
When I am alone in the valley of the past.
I cherish those moments as treasure,
And those songs which were rare and melodious.
My heart finds solace and my mind enchant,
Though only heard the voice umpteen times.
I enjoyed her songs in loneliness and pain,
Her voice mesmerizes like desert's rain.
Often, I speculate and query my imagination,
Will I do justice to the face never seen?
This is really beautiful words sir. Will I do justice to unseen face? Good Rehtoric question...well penned sir. Every words resonate as if it has to speak a lot. Full score. To my list.
Good one. When the time comes you will rise to the occasion and do justice. So " Keep it in the closet"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mesmerizing voice echoes with golden beauty and you have reflected nice perception of your perception. An excellent poem is well penned.