Poems by
Mohan Sundar T M

Far from the Madding Crowd

a poem by Mohan Sundar T M

Far from the madding crowd,
And away from the hustle and bustle,
I want to live in a place, serene and peaceful.
Beating country drums loud and non-stop,
To mark death of a person in the neighbourhood,
The banned cone speakers blaring songs,
On festive occasions in places of worship,
Hooting of horns above permitted decibels,
By vehicles nearby highway, piercing ear drums,
Deafening noise generated by network of speakers,
At public meetings in busy thoroughfares,
Street dogs roaming all over, bark in chorus,
At times moan, upsetting tranquil nights.
Alarming and ever rising pollution of sound,
Wrecks my nerve and irritates my mind.
I wish to live in your quiet abode Oh! Mother Nature,
Where the birds tweet in high pitch,
Rhythmically, pleasing and refreshing,
As the breeze blows fast, the branches sway
Generating sound relaxing and peaceful
Meandering brooks through wilderness,
Effect a soft and subdued whisper,
The sudden burst of wind over the lofty hills
Is like rising crescendo of a song,
The swarm of bees buzzing in the air,
Whisper in my ears a subtle and resonant note,
The sound of Falls is the theme music of Nature
Reverberating through the dense forest,
Leaves shed from the trees rustle to perfect rhythm,
As I tread on, through a path of crowded trees
Nature’s sound is a melody composed divinely,
To please and soothe the burdened souls.