Prolixity. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

why we talks aloud in crowds
In public places,
Even in place of death
Where we go to mourn the death.

Why we makes so much noise
When we can express it
In simple words, minimum sound
In fact it saves the energy
The unwanted noise, disturbance.

Minimum words, maximum meanings
An art of communication to learn
Words after deep thoughts, always
Makes the communication helpful.

Noise treated as pollution
The eardrums in strains
The mind sometimes perturbs
Prolixity, prolongation is to limit.
The self awareness is the greatness.