My ear is accustomed
Not to the hooting of the owl
Or loud chirping noises of the birds
But to the pleasant music
The roads and highway plays
Without dropping a single sweat
From sunrise to sunset,
From sunrise to sunset.
Accompanying and delighting
every person on its way
That tring- trings of the cycle,
The Vroom Vroom of the bikes
The honk – honk of the buses,
The different horn-tones of the cars that is preset
Like a mobile ringtone that vibrates on your way….
They are magical ,musical instruments
And music is what they play
Its pure music I say.
But in the evening
When their music fades
And silent prevails
It is the annoying sound
of crawling reptiles- hissing, insects -buzzing,
Their high pitched voice,
O,that disturbing ,irritating noise
That deeply hits my brain.
It digs my brain
It is not the view of the tall trees,
But the mountain high skyscrapers
That I enjoy.
This is me
More towards superficiality
More towards artificiality
My body so much latched to it
Locked and I have already lost the key…
As I go far, more far from nature
And come close, more close
Towards this ‘madding croud’
More close to this ‘mad-adding crowd’