The Hollow Sound Poem by ashok jadhav

The city hums with ceaseless, restless voice,
Its clamor presses heavy on the mind.
No silence lingers long enough to breathe,
No pause to shape a thought or hold a truth.
Each moment shouts, and yet the meaning fades,
As signal buries signal in its tide.
The eyes grow tired, the ears grow deaf to sense,
While subtler music dies beneath the roar.
Conversations scatter, fragments fall away,
And depth retreats before the endless sound.
I strain to find a space untouched by haste,
A quiet corner where reflection dwells.
Yet even here, the pulse of noise intrudes,
And every thought is pulled toward its edge.
The soul remembers what it cannot speak,
A longing for the hush that once existed,
Where meaning rested slow, deliberate,
And every word and gesture bore its weight.