Quest For Silence

As the day

Passes on

The cacophony

Of sound

Surrounds and surmounts me

No Solitude is not

What I want

But silence

Where the sounds

Of the machines

The motors

The TV and the outbursts

Of human are out

No, I am not seeking for

The eerie of silence

When some untoward

Happens

 

 My quest for silence

Is to move

To the zone of silence away

From the horny noise

Wherein I can hear

The whispers

Of the little birds

The soft legs

Of the squirrel

Gliding through the plants

And the petty sounds

Of the nuts being broken

The Parrots around

Chirpings and the peacock

Humming a song from a distance

The cluck that the chicken makes

The chorus in the dawn

When the birds start their day

The whistle or the twitter of the birds

 Or sometimes the hoot the owl makes

 

In the world of Cacophony

In the rumble of

Men and the machines

All have gone by unheard

And unnoticed

My Quest for silence continues

To hear the nature's beauty around

Which has been missing for long