A Voice


A Voice

As I walk past my life
I hear a faint drum beat
As I focus on the beat 
I hear a faint voice
It  is the voice of distant past

A voice which reminds me of the sacrifices
Of the people left behind 
Of the promises, I couldn’t keep
Of the paths, I could have chosen
Of the  another me

I sigh and smile at the voice
I ask him to be patient
For we have only started the journey
I show him the path ahead
The voice settles down
As I walk through this endless journey called life.

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