The Voice
The open blue sky is
so calm when it's dry.
But, soon after getting cloud
It makes sound very loud.
Same is the creature,
Who had no piety for the nature.
Heart of such a man
Is like an empty pan.
When touched with emotion
Feelings get a motion.
It raises the voice to break out
And voice comes to the mouth.
This is the way by which
Man learnt the speech.
Language is innovated by and by
Which is further divided into true and lie.
Lie hollows out the base.
Truth is the way to success.
It brings us up and high,
Just like clouds in the sky.
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