Quietude!

Quite often hear we, calm and quiet,

Silence and peace and rest and sleep.

 But nowhere, we see any of these,

 But witness in fact, a hell very large,
 Of hustle and bustle and unrest and clash

 And sure, a race hurried for cash.

 

Tired we are of blast and blare,

Smoke and fumes and dust and dirt.

Around us we observe when,

One thing we can recognize;

Silence travels sure to distance

From the homes of homo-sapiens.

 

Seem they busy, they become engaged,

Occupied they act with freedom zero.

Moms of children on heels and wheels

Have to skip from kitchen to office

And pops go away from tiny kids

Far on tour from time to time.

 

Having time seldom to converse,

The dear and near part with people.

Shrink visits, triumph mobiles,

Spoiling the warmth of kinship, 

Pomp and pretence dance and dwell

 Here, with the pleasure of a high degree.

Faith and trust and all such values

Have fled the globe in the vast fuss.

Ah! Yes, go to the huts in villages

They stay there with hitches nil.

Fondling follows frowning there

And that too with a touch of quietude.