A Face Unseen
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Many practice sessions with cuckoos
Her mesmerizing voice echoes
Valley of mountain recorded some treasure
All those songs which are rare
Enthralled my heart and my mind
A picture I drew from the voice I hind
I enjoyed her songs in loneliness and pain
Her voice solaced like desert’s rain
I speculate and query my imagination often
Will it do justice to the face never seen?
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