The Unheard Voice Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda

Have you ever seen her,
in the prime hour of the evening
when breaking the tranquility and sobriety
come the lingering bell tolls
of the nearby temple?

Have you ever seen her,
in the dark hours of the night
when those tender leaves
lie drenched by the tiny dews
and those fierce and horrendous sounds
are heard every now and then?

She then tells us,
the impending and imminent death
coming slowly with a voice
thrilling and recoiling.

Have you ever seen her,
in the closing hours of the night
at that eunuch moment
when we walk
on the razor's edge of timelessness?

And then she attempts
to speak the inexplicable words of
light, darkness, midnight and eternity.