By V G Sathve
Voice ringing in my ears
Bringing joy to my peers
Smashing away my fears
Wiping out all my tears
Pouring downpour of love
Smearing peace like a dove
Mesmerizing auroma of a clove
Protective warmth of a glove
Stuck in heart as gum
Sweet endearing like plum
Never a moment is glum
With this priceless sum
Fingers not glistening with rings
But swaying flight of wings
Luxuries not like the kings
But eyes wink like contentment swings
Not a rope of compulsion to bind
But a spring of freedom to wind
Flour of phobias to grind
Key to all problems hard to find
Lifetime guarantee appliance
Never ending alliance
Logic applied science
The mysterious voice is your conscience
By V G Sathve
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