A SWEET VOICE..

people become fan of singers because of their sweet voice and start learning music or singing..my situation is different..i heard a sweet voice and she inspired me to poetry writing..it was a turning point in my life..she transformed me into a different human being..i always praised her voice..and by god's grace thanking her i wrote this poem..

a sweet voice


It is body's speaker, it is your voice,

You have no selection, it is god's choice.

Present in speech, songs, cries and laugh,

Expression, abuse and in your cough.

Win people just with a sweet talk,

And you perform work with out a walk.

The voice i am to describe is so unique,

It is butterly, soft and sweet like a music.

Mesmerises people and the surrounding atmosphere,

Calm like a river, the words all clear.

Blessed are the ones who heard her speak,

Words from her mouth my ears do seek.

Sweetness of it like honey and cream,

Wife with a sweet-voice i do dream.

With her voice she binds her frnds,

'Peace' and 'politeness' message it sends..

~RP

LABOUR ROOM

this blog is about a poem i wrote in labour room titled by the same name..i was posted as night duty intern there..after finishinng the routine rounds i sat on my chair..it was almost half past 12 am..i glanced through the ward and noticed peculiar scene..this i formulated into a small poem..

LABOUR ROOM


In the world of all woman,

Alone, dull and 'extinct' man..

Beds, BP and abdominal bumps,

Syringes, needles and plastic dumps..

Husband half-sleepy, waiting for wife,

To deliver, to this world a new life..

Feeling, palpating and hearing with ears,

Some happy, some shouting and some with tears..

Nite duty means no sleep, just yawning,

Writing case-sheets and free time drawing..

Thinking it is almost done, suddenly there is a new one,

Running from bed to bed, patients shouting 'come Doctor come'..

By dawn, the last of your calori is burned,

From head to toe, you are completely churned..

Rajendra patel