The Voice

Meditating atop Mount Olympus,
The great Apollo was moved.
Touched he was with a voice –
That was silky, thin,
Like a mist on the petal of a rose pristine.
It was like a the thin melody of the Violin
Against the silence of his meditation!
It was like a submissive touch of the satin,
Enthralling his inner soul to heights of bliss!

Opened his eyes,
Stunned with the voice,
Looked hither and thither Apollo
To find that divine damsel –
The source of the voice – the divine song!

For sure he knew
It was from a higher plane –
A plane even he never aspired to be.
But intrigued was he to his core,
To find the voice,
Coming from the lowly lands of the mortals,
Deep down the Mount Olympus.

Restless was Apollo,
For he wanted to see the damsel,
Fascinated with the voice,
Expectant was his heart,
To see the elegant angel!

Hundred years did he roamed,
Forests to Hills,
Streams to Fields,
One Horizon after the other,
Gauging the Seven Seas,
Apollo could not find that lady,
The lady with the Vivacious Voice!

Tired and exhausted, landed Apollo
In the palace of Simoni.
Expecting an answer from
His favorite disciple!

As he neared Simoni’s studio,
The voice was sharper and clearer!
Hundred years of exploration,
Seemed to come to an end!
For the song was clearer than ever before,
Coming from the sculpture of Simoni!

Apollo asked Simoni –
“Who is this damsel, carved in marble?”
“She is Angella – The lady with the Most Beautiful Eyes”,
Replied Simoni.

Immediately possessive,
Ordered Apollo to Simoni –
“Give me your Angela! I need her!”
But before the words could leave his heart,
Realized Apollo –
“Beauty cannot be owned, by even the Gods”.
Restrained he himself immediately!

But then in the love to make the creation beautiful,
Apollo requested Angella to give her voice,
To the Nature and the Creation as a whole!
On his knees did Apollo plead –
“O lady with the Most Beautiful Eyes,
Can thou render thy voice,
To the Swings of the Spring,
To the laughter of the Sunflowers,
To the surrender of the Tulips,
To the gushing passionate Ocean,
To the carefree vagabond wind,
To the dynamic ever-flowing stream!
 Request I to render your voice,
To the whole creation of mine,
For the world would never be as beautiful,
Without your love,
Without your passionate throb!”

The divine damsel,
Obliged the magnanimous Apollo,
With her passing gift,
Rendering her voice to
The source of all that is beautiful,
In Nature and the world of mortals!

Since then, the world shimmered with a Beauty new found!
A depth new discovered!
Envied even the Heavens looking down
On the impeccable and perfect,
The world of the mortals!

Beautified the Vivacious Voice,
The entire creation,
In various textures –
Sometimes caring and caressing,
Nurturing the cradle of humanity,
To grow to better and more beautiful,
Over eons and ages!

And at times,
Bold, Courageous, Audacious, Assertive,
Fearless, and Cruising through,
Crushing civilizations one after another,
Perishing the old and stale,
Giving way to the new and agile!
Always the voice sang the story
Of victory of good over the evil,
Of the sustenance of Beauty over the Gross,
Of divinity over the mortality!


Her voice have been hidden and alive,
In the entire creation,
Giving it that unique sheen,
That unspoken enchantment,
That un-discovered secret of Love!
Mystifying generations after generations,
Lives after lives!
Camouflaged in subtlety!
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