An Innocent Voice

Beneath the bed

I wandered, you to be present.

Oh God! I know you are not alive.



Please come, let me die.

Here and where between a silence,

I cried.

Unseen retained their glory,

Through the year, it’s what you are.


Engage… inhabit… establish….


Do what easy possible.

I am worried of you,

Not of mine.

So I bother where you are?

See! True let me whisper,

People….Yes! Those whom you have created.

Making of your fool, pretending what you,

They are.


Allash! Why I am telling you.

Everything is which you know.

Let me…. Please let …  Let me,

Come across, I want just understand you,

That what you are, and

Just want to dig inside why you are.

And beg you an answer,

Why you are?


You know I myself afraid of you,

Where, there you proved me wrong.

And then, you tried to show me,

That yes you are.

But in actual, forgive me please

It’s not who you are.


Author: RV_Sir

Currently working as Asst. Professor in Parul University, Vadodara. I have my hands in the fields of art and poetry and continuously boosting my skills. You can refer for checking in what I am up to.

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