THE UNKNOWN VOICE
never get tired that voice, resonating
in the valleys, constantly, in the
layer of mist, it's never
linger, that moves
towards the
essence
of life,
creates new dimensions, with the
definition of live and let live;
it moves through the
heart to soul,
includes
to everybody in its persona, that's a
comprehensive light, that
merges all the
darkness,
a perception of humanism, which
absorbs all the pain beyond
any discrimination,
a tiny stream
accepts
whole disregard of coastal habitats,
breaks the silence of injustice,
stir the conscience,
raises the
question against the atrocities,
exploitation of doctrines,
that voice never
permit me
to seep,
every night I pledge, that I will follow
the way of Dolorosa, in each
day break life wants
to walk on the
foot prints
of that spirit, the Adventist crusader for
the humanity,
