Globe Of Noise Poem by Naveed Akram

A blaring sound deafens the globe,
As if muffled by the nightmare all around;
Muted once again by the stars,
It concerns my quiet being once more.

Plastic fingers hurl themselves into the ears,
Dusty hands and filthy fingers linger,
The eyes are rough with agitation,
As the loathing sound sees you in the mirror.

I have a luring round of sound and noise,
Witnessed by the onlookers in the crowd called
The Universe, one of the higher forms of arenas
That shakes and binds to be a longer man.