A little while from now

 I would not hear  in all

 the quarrels of my maids

 the blames   with a spitefulness

 the shouts of my cook for nothing

his stealthy withdrawals  seen and unseen

 the worldly advice of my driver to all around

preaches he with a force never practises

 the  divine communique of my watchman

 who links every event to the Lord

 says he that God made them all

 the screech of the vehicles

 plying up and down  the road

 know not where they go

and for what they go

turning next door, I hear

 the blindfold recitation of children

 with the teachers  at the top of their voice

teach alphabets  in a tone monotonous

while numbers one, two and three etc

come in a sequential flow

the hawkers cry calling out

 banana, banana, orange oranges

 till their voice turns hoarse

 going to go away from this place  of sound

 away from the hustle and bustle

 far away for a fortnight on to the wilderness

have to go without the usual  used surround

 I am going to miss them all obviously

 a yearning almost for a time from now

 Oh! am I going to miss you for long?