Quest Poem by Sujoy Bhattacharya

What I look for.
What I intend to have,
The floating clouds indicate
What should I quest for.
The melody of the chirping birds,
Giggling of the flowing ripples,
Discourse of the blueness of the sky,
Solemn oration of the confluence,
Psalms of the blowing west wind,
I never cared to listen to feed my ears with nectar.
I dumped in the well of my ear
The debris of din and bustle, hue and cry,
Mortal uproars blocked the passage of my pinna
Had I been a deaf!
I didn't have to lament for deafening my
ears with morbid human sounds - vicious sonority!