It is a cacophony
deafening terribly
like to lock the ears
wish to run away in fear
keeps on haunting all through
the sound turns one to blue
hapless and hopeless I stand
unable to move out from the band
others enjoy the din to the full
noise has become a way of life
the honk, the blare, the blast
all immerse the environ fast
term it noise pollution
anyhow it is a delusion.
Meenas Poems 