Different Voices

Voices that never seem to die
Sublime yet resonating in memories.

A Flour-mill guy covered in the dust of his own labor,
doing the work his forefathers had been doing, said...
’My son is studying, he will not do this work',
His eyes gleaming with the voice of hope.

Parents looking at their young widowed daughter,
still lying awake past midnight, said to each other
‘She doesn’t sleep’.
That was the voice of despair.

A tongue tied boy was operated
He whispered the first words..’Daddy’,
It was the whisper of a child the father had longed to hear.
That was the voice of joy.

A dying mother looked into the eyes of her daughter,
while she was looking at her, and said..
’Don’t worry, everything will be fine’.
It was the cold voice of death.

In his last telephonic call to his son, the father said…
’Just pray to God to ease my journey once I depart this world’. That was the voice of a traveler
who was to leave on his eternal journey.

Two thick friends of decades,
questioned each other while leaving for good..
’When will we meet again?’
That was the voice of finality and separation.

Words such as these have escaped some lips
And are resting now within the delicate walls of my heart.