That deep voice

A decade passed!

Yet the voice is familiar,

But sounded preoccupied,

That could mask the emotions.

I wonder how the brain,

Could register a voice,

And bring back memories,

Good that I could smile.

Over the phone, the voice,

Struck the cord of old days,

The initial days of my career,

So fresh that I could feel it.

Kavitha Patchamalai

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