Plight of an Echo


always compelled to
to repeat other’s words
from infliction of tone
and of timber,
shrillness or gruffness
reverberated identically,

with no freedom
of expression,
born from uterus of noise
as it crashes in mid-flight
against geometric contours
of distant, igneous hills,
it is reflection of sound.

it is voice of silence
reverberating in
quietude of glens
and winding labyrinths,
uttered by invisible throat
of unseen wind.

and reiteration
of unrequited love’s saga,
long lost within oblivion of eons,
bane of glib lies
brought her  this curse
and unloved by vain narcissus,
she became just a voice
a mere reflection…


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