Noise in decibel
grow high and very strong
the ears rebel.
The noise pollutes
not with dust and dirt
sound not dilute.
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A Noise Loud .
A noise loud
could be from anything bound
towards or outwards.
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.
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The Loud Speaker
The loud blast of the speaker
nettles and shuttles the ears
the noise gets into the brain
causes a propositional drain
the head reels in a dizzy
the conscious oscillates in a frenzy
not happens to one but to all
yet the speakers go without a call
unrestricted in their own proceed
unknown to many around
it is a pollution of the sound
worse than the air prone
as the noise holds a serious tone
a menace to the human in all
a mishap to the society in full.
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Just Over There.
An opening of a workshop
there is jubilation all around
crackers go up into the sky
with a loud noise makes one deaf
the beat of drums with no rhythm
add to the sound with a discordance
the guests walk round talking incessantly
that make up the environ most sonorous
the speech of the chief guest echoes
through the microphone in full blast
followed by the honours and felicitations
the calmness of the surrounding is shattered
not for this one day in all proportions
but would be throughout the year
with the growling of engines
and puffing of the smoke all through
along with the spray guns deployed
to paint the worn out vehicles
all here be pollutions in strength
that of noise, air and others in the run.
The beauty of being exclusive is lost in no time.
Yes, we do not know what would happen the next hour?
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The Sound Of Silence.
I could hear no noise
it is damn still
silence is itself a sound 
that has no voice
but imposes a terrible feel
it also lends out a great deal
a scenario of tenseness
where there arises a fear
that of being with no one
sometimes it is very inviting
most times it takes us away
creating an awe and scare
awesome it is to be in silence
might be for a temperate
on the long run it is not entertained
as silence and darkness
get going with hand altogether
the plausibility of being alive
has to be equated with life
the breathing has to be juxtaposed
the nerves and veins have to have a let out
for that we need company
not that of human entirely
but that of sound mostly
not jarring but pleasant
that be of music pleasing
that be of talk enlightening
that be of a cackle enlivening
that be of a chuckle invigorating
a company of like mindedness
would become a gracious treasure.
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Shop The fear Away
As a little girl
I used to fear
sound that turned harsh
noise that rose to be loud
talks that became poisonous
meets that converted to revolt
friendship that bore ill will
love that was superficial
act that was feigned
altogether I was disturbed
seeing all these very young
around me in plenty
as years went by
I became strong
faced these incongruities
without fear undaunted
emerging invincible
the rest of my life.
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Chatter And Clatter
Conversations go on endlessly
with never-dying interest
What do they talk about?
with such rapture in and out
makes me wonder all throughout
as I remain an outcast
away from the normal cast
listening to what they say
as I feel given two ears in a way
shows that we have to extend 
the hearing
and restrict the talking
None pay heed to me
thinking I am a dummy
or more so a mummy
bereft of expression
and demanding impression.
So goes on the talking forever
ending up in a loud chatter
devolving into a noisy clatter
releasing by far nothing.
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Ill Sounding.
The calm of the morn got disturbed
The back yard echoes with a sound
tumultuous and jarring piercing the ears
sending waves of dust across
drenching the yard with dusty smoke
As I could not stay long in the back
came to the porch with my newspapers.
Misery again with a different noise
It is the beating of drums with full vigour
denoting that somebody has passed away.
Digging the already injured earth
Penetrating it for more water on one side.
Drum beats in a house where the departed is laid
do not augur well with the sombre occasions.
Am I going into other’s affairs too much?
A street hawker named Jack
had things in a big pack
that hung on his back
while he went on his track
calling people to buy in a quack.
Quack he cried hoarsely
as his voice was roughly
like a cracked one horribly
breaking into high and low incidentally
sending an unpleasant tone awkwardly.
All that much for his voice
he had a knack of selling toys
by drawing the kids to a choice
of puppets and straw dolls in poise.
which they bought amidst great noise.
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