Sound

No sound no noise,
The streets are quiet,

The horns have gone discreet,

The brakes do not scream,

Peaceful is the world,

But alas! The eyes open,

To squeal and groan of the street.

 

The sky is noiseless,

The birds are clueless,

The aeroplane do not rumble

The crackers do not crumble,

Serene is the horizon,

But alas! The eyes open,

To the roar and thunder of the sky.

 

The neighbourhood is quite,

No building showing its might,

No stonecutter grinding,

No welding nor drilling,

No construction work pending,

But alas! The eyes open,

To bone chilling sounds of workmen troop.

 

Where to find time alone,

Even the forests are full of people in high tone,

The sky grumble and growl,

The streets creak and moan,

The house surrounds the machine din,

But alas! The eyes yearn, for a pleasing scene,

And the ears in turn, wait to hear the sound of nothing.

 

The senses are taunt,

There is nothing more that they want,

To search for a quiet place,

Where the world is not a loud race.