Noise Pollution 2 Poem by Indira Renganathan
Noise Pollution 2
Friend, something is wacky
I mean speculating on petrol-diesel fray..
Three, four, and more wheels on noisy dusty dirt
Whizzing, chasing, horning nonstop
Let a day even twenty eight hours
Up and down, sky and land
Accompanied by microphones' summit
Publiclybroadcasted through cinematic loudspeakers
Befriending piously the pantheons
On its way the homely televisions, transistors
Loud, louder and at the loudest
Dispersed decibels refusing to kiss the tympanum...
Friend, do you hear me? No..? No..?
Ho, that's the deadly heart-throbbing noise-pollution
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4/27/2024 11:39:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
...On its way the homely televisions, transistors/Loud, louder and at the loudest/Dispersed decibels refusing to kiss the tympanum......an excellent poem with scientific temper! Thanks dear madam for sharing!