A VOICE IN THE STREET BY JOSEPH-SAM SARAH

A VOICE IN THE STREET


Loving the face of solid wonders
His mocked fame grew yonder
Humble gestures to remember
A tangled chains of troubled waters
Built a storey cliff denial
Every heart seek out farther
Digging deep with rejected sober
He was called "special".

Painting old ruckus of emotions
Wind of gratitude filled his expression
Birth marks as old as an illusion
Resides anonymously above all superstitions
A filled cup of critic delusion
Cry out in loud agonising celebration
Not a word to soothes his frustration
Wallowing gently in the world of rejection.

O'er a thousand battles of pity
Drenched away from clownish courtesy
Bragging about hamlets; a lonely city
He watches beyond duty
Mildness and fairness covers not a dirt
His presence abound to naught
Chewing the heart of cold draught
Things fell mysteriously;  a custom doubt.

Bless his soul in grief abundance
The brevity of courage touches his trance
Admonishing the fruits of other's confidence
A tune to be sung with a weeping dance
Climb not the hill of this feeble voice
Let his conscience give him a chance.

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