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When Would Soul Find Its Voice

Sprawling chaotic city of modern times, on its narrow roads snakes traumatic traffic, every driver takes me for granted. Life crawls, winding through insensible disarray, compromised to the unbearable limit. Suppressed anger bruises the silent psyche, tormented. Far from the maddening crowd, on the remote sea shore the search for solitude goes in vain. Intrusive strangers, the unflinching probing parasites prowl. Mind irritated, finds peace crumble in cacophony, tolerated to the agonizing edge. Restrained fury stifles the mute mind, anguished. Wonder when would my soul find its voice. May 5, 2018.

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Heidi Sands

Date: 5/5/2018 2:25:00 PM

Well written Subimal. I can relate to this. I need the peace and quiet and thankfully for now, live in a very quiet spot. :)

Subimal Sinha-Roy
Date: 5/7/2018 2:49:00 AM

Thank you, Heidi for your visit. Yes, we need some calm in this cacophony.

Reason A. Poteet

Date: 5/5/2018 9:52:00 AM

I hear you. We just moved away from an interstate which backed up to our property of 32 years. It is so peaceful here in the country; but a subdivision is headed our direction. I too wonder and relish those moments when I can think and create without distraction.

Subimal Sinha-Roy
Date: 5/7/2018 2:48:00 AM

Thank you for your visit and for finding a point in common in the poem.