The lover of the human voices
Walked through the valley where the waterfall and the river met.
Amidst the rustles, chirps, waves and mixed fragrances,
Heard that voice come behind a camera
The voice lover gave poetic animations and personifications to every voice she loved;
But that voice sounded like a beautiful mystery drawn by acoustics,
The process of solving it seemed emotionally attackable to the scientific mind.
The restlessness of not getting pictures for the sound
Made a huge vacuum between her and the world
The augmenting restlessness and the resulting ignorance drew her towards the photographer …
She gradually figured out words amidst the voice,
The restlessness vanished and the previous charm appeared in no time!
She got his camera and started clicking pictures
With his brilliantly crafted camera
Realising that the startling soothing vibrations in her mind
And the expressions she made on her face
Were the descriptions of the voice!