EULOGY TO A VOICE | By Shirsha Peter

The four cardinal points resonate And echo the voice of a woman, Who, like the mother hen, cuddles Her chicks under her feathers.  The voice shrills, piercing through
Thick walls to provide succour to The inflamed.
Mrs. Hyendua Tarfa.


               
The voice above is of a woman With a cradle beginning and a Chequered history. It is the Voice of a woman who cried Painfully in the wilderness in Her youth; even death pitied Those tears when fellow Mankind surrendered.

The sea waves; the ocean Currents; the gargantuan Mountains; and the gully Erosions descended on this Voice, yet, the voice stood still What a voice! Predestined by Deux ex machina.

Today, the voice is not only Standing still but also standing Tall as a solution provider. With compassion and emotion, the Voice acknowledges the Supremacy of God in Penetrating and building Characters.

Like mother Theresa of Rome, And Margaret Thatcher of Britain, this voice sacrifices, Upholds unity, precipitates hard Work and dissociates Vehemently with indolence. The voice lends credence to Structuralism.

Weep not, you who is depressed and vulnerable. For This voice is an advocate for Dignity, equity, self esteem, and Prowess in revolution. It is the Voice for the voiceless and Faceless in a putrefying society.

This voice is that of a dogged Woman; it is the voice of a Combatant mother; it is the Voice of a super heroine.       
 It is the voice of the tamarind, the cinnamon, and the lilly of City Academy---Hyendua Tarfa.
                   

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