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So soft,
So sweet,
So beautiful,
Her voice is.
I hear the voice on phone,
So melodious,
Thrilling my mind fully.
I never imagines in my dream,
One day I would hear such sweet voice.
Do I dream or it’s a fact?
How can I acknowledge this fact without seeing her?
I wonder,
Why has God gifted them with sweet voice,
Not we guys having harsh voice?
Oh, for a while
I fall a prey to her voice
Whom I haven’t ever seen in my dreams.
Will I see her?
If I see her by accident,
I will praise for her voice.
If she asks me to accept,
How will I say to my heart
I love her voice not the body
Because I believe, her voice is the soul
Which I should not deny for any reason.
Pushkar Bisht
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