Poems by
Prasanna Venkatesh R

The Noise

a poem by Prasanna Venkatesh R

I sat back, away from the crowd.
Sat back and listened, listened to the noise.
Upon my ears they fell, like hail upon asbestos
The pain seeped through, anvil stirring.
I tried to shut them out, but
more and more the hammer throbbed.
I lost myself, felt completely surrounded.
Not just noise, selfishness, ego, jealousy and more.
My whole body retaliated, sinews twisted
Each nerve strained, blood freezing.
Suddenly I felt calm, tranquilated.
Not liberated, I knew, I too was a part of the noise.