Oh, please do read this little ditty
On the noise pollution in my city
Where the dawn chorus of birds
Is too cacophonous for words
In the garden when I'm sipping tea
Just how pesky is this buzzing bee
Chasing off a nectar-greedy butterfly
Whose wings flap ever louder in reply
How deafening the gurgling Spring sap
Coursing up tree trunks, an inverted tap
And when the gentlest breeze
Plucks yellowed leaves from trees
How noisily they skitter
And skate, and litter
Clean, smooth city streets
Where the urban heart beats
To the whisper of traffic and human enterprise
In factories and offices which make no noise!
Sahdev Singh
No comments:
Post a Comment