What loud a music people keep these days!
And blaring horns preach God’s word every day;
And this they seem to do almost always!
A menace no one bothers anyway.
The youth prefer to hear music aloud;
The watts they hear can take the tiles off roof!
It stimulates the thunder from the cloud;
The pity ’tis a man can’t stay aloof.
The road is full of traffic that makes Noise!
The sound of horn’s can make the deaf ears hear!
A stress that people live with without choice!
‘Bandh’ is the only silent day of year!
And noise can rack a person’s nerves and brain!
I wish the current fails again, again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem