Bedlam to calm

Oh dear noise, 

You carry endless poise

I closely listen to you 

Observe, cut through 

In your plethora of bedlam

I seek to find my calm

Blamed, yes you are

Judged from afar

In the morning, 

Starts with birds’ singing

And the evening

Ends with cars’ honking

And the night

Voices in our head, fight

Losers carry weights

Hence, the misery never abates

Dissect, disassemble 

At first, hands may tremble

And soon, noise will be beautiful 

The cacophony will sound musical

Choice belongs to you

And that is your clue

This confusion

Is indispensable for our evolution

Oh dear noise,

Do I still have a choice?

Or is it too late to raise my voice?


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