The sounds of playful noise, the sounds of laughter & cheer.
The sound of oscillating bell bracnhing its way to rooms.
The sound of thousands footsteps converging into choir.
The sounds inside were silenced by the entrance of master,
only the sounds of asked & answered were listened.
The calm sphere it was even it was many in the cluster
Master could listen the sounds of hearts filled with respect & love
depicting in their face and postures mixed with fears
if something wrong was done by means of bluff.
Those were such lovely sounds found in the past.
As days gone by taking all those sounds away,
even fear it is how long the rest would last.
With these rest of sounds some respect is not even found.
Too many sounds of flaws are listened here & there,
but the sounds of conciousness is still missing around.
There is a want of the sounds of harmonious call,
the sounds of activeness, the sounds against gibberish rules
the sounds of change are needed
or would be heard the sounds of sudden fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an interesting write, Anish, but what about the cause of all that? Even in the note you don't give a clue. BTW, just sent invitation to the Forum / Ebook. Send a poem that is fit for the given Subject. Cheers