Captured from one of my trips to mountains, staying at uncle's woodhouse in kodaikanal |
Desert as ever before
Soundlessness is strange
Yet it is not so quiet,
Tiny noises make sense
And annoys as well
Diverts the attention of anything
That I try to concentrate,
Screeches and screams are loud
Perhaps we used to noises
That sustained to a level of decibel
Now, incredible low, due to
lockdown
Silence reinstitutes the natural syllabus
In wind prose and bird poems,
While the most dangerousness stays
at home
The endangered are out
To give voice to their lost chord
Or shriek in restoring its space
As if they got their (last) chance
To speak, when world is mute.
What a beautiful poem. I like your insight into one of the consequences of this lockdown.
ReplyDelete...well said.
ReplyDeleteYes beautiful poem!Ilove the silence and the birds and animals coming to town now :)))
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Jeevan!
ReplyDeleteHope you're doing well, take care and stay safe!
This really resonates with me, Jeevan. Sometimes the silence can be deafening.
ReplyDeleteStay healthy and safe,
Elsie
Beautiful photo and lovely poetry ~
ReplyDeleteOur World is even more silent now with CV still with us.
Be Well,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Hello, Jeevan
ReplyDeleteI love your poem and the cute bird.
Take care, stay safe!
Have a happy day and weekend!
Nice poem. I love to hear the chirping of the birds.
ReplyDeleteHope you will cheer up again once the lockdown is over. The poem is well expressed.
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