Voice

Photo Credit : Manpreet Singh

We all have had those moments

When our voice has gone unheard

not because someone didn't heed

but because we didn't speak

Why?

give me the reason

said our mind over and over again

re-thinking, questioning

Why?

Why did I not speak?

Because I knew not what to say

or had my confidence wavered?

Did I not articulate my thoughts quickly

or was it that I chocked?

Yes, there definitely was hesitation

Why? what was the reason?

Was I unsure of my self?

Was I afraid?

Did I not think it worthwhile?

Why did I not raise my voice?

Is it too late now?

In some matters it is.

Is there nothing to be done now?

are my rebellions just a waste?

A whirlwind of question,

a hazy mess is my head now,

Now what else could I do, but

look deep inside me,

where I knew I would eventually

find that clear concise answer

that could satisfy me.

And thus it came forward

simpler than I'd thought;

It wasn't a matter of confidence,

quick thinking or fear

It simply was the true rebellion,

surging through my veins,

the world snap judged you;

so be it.

Why should I do the same?

My life is it's own spokesman

it needs no defending.

yes, may be they thought they'd won it,

when the argument happened,

but the mark that's left is mine,

the word that's honoured is mine,

what an accomplishment it is

that my rebellions are turning into revolutions,

and all they had was a taunt,

After-all,

What's a momentary triumph, over an eternal victory.