Voices of the past (Poem)

Voices I heard
One after another
Voices that merged into each other
Voices that overlapped each other

There was no one speaking
Still voices I heard

There was no one around
Still voices I heard

One after another,
Yet another yet another
Rising in my consciousness
Familiar voices I heard

Stupefied I sat
In awe and curiosity
Seeking an explanation
From the voices leading me

Who are you and what do you want?

Above the chattering rose a voice
Clear, loud, confident and intimidating

We are your past
Do you not recognize?
You gave us birth
Do you not cognize?

Born out of your past deeds
We hold your future as seeds
Your attention is what we seek