I am deaf, hard of hearing! Anything I don't hear,
Torture of terrific sounds I don't bear.
Cars are running blowing whistle all around,
Big Buses, Trucks are making ear bursting sound.
I am looking at these carriages in wonder,
Horns of these vehicles are not pushing into my ear.
As I am bonafide member of the deaf society,
No hullabaloo, no bustle and clamour inspirits my curiosity.
What a luck I have! No sound of blasting,
Hurting the membranes of my hearing.
There is talking of noise polution everywhere,
I am witnessing it in the daily newspaper.
Everybody is suffering from acute noise pollution,
Everyday, every moment and in every situation.
During Puja festival, at wedding ceremony and in a musical night,
Random playing of filmy songs by sound box is a common sight!
Voices of men don't have a care for making it low,
Rather they do raise their coarse volume like a crow.
Alarming sound, irritating volumes are hurting,
Our sense organs and strength of hearing.
Disgusting! I did have a feeling of disgusting,
As initially I was not hard of hearing.
Yes, once I had hearing ability,
I had lost it due to sound pollution and by its stringent cruelty.
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PoetryMan is for man - this is an old slogan today. It has lost its uniqueness for the cause of self-centred mentality. Now we cannot hear the chorus songs of unity. Rather the sound of cacophony always do disturb our hearing organ by imposing acute dispa...
