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Irritating Sounds


 

Gift me now, I beg of you,

Give me silence

Before I lose my wits,

There are too many sounds

Floating about in the air,

Some irritating and most, troublesome,

I do not need any of them,

I cannot stand them any more,

Not even the speech I listen and make.

Remove them all.

I know you can,

Like in deep space you have already done,

There is no sound the ear can detect,

All is quiet and peaceful.

Take me there if you will

To be amidst the stars.

 

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Ravinder Kumar Soni

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