Some seldom times, one reads words and they manifest themselves within the reader's being. They may whisper, touch, paint with scent, sear, smite, take their choice of verbs . . . This poem is one I read, exhausted, in the course of a train journey. It matters not how it manifested within me. Mine is a hope that it will manifest within you, as well. I feel it has truth's beauty.
My Voice
Parlaw Naderi
I come from a distant land
with a foreign knapsack on my back
with a silenced song on my lipos
As I travelled down the river of my life
I saw my voice
(like Jonah)
swallowed by a whale
And my very life lived in my voice
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