$who Is Making So Much Noise... Poem by Mamta Agarwal

$who Is Making So Much Noise...

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Please be quiet…
Why is there so much noise?
Don’t raise your voice.

Please I want peace…
Will you please pay heed?
Desperately some quiet I need.

Please listen to my plea…
I don’t want to blow my fuse
No one will be amused.

Please I want some rest…
Go else where and leave me alone,
Promise, I won’t feel forlorn.

Well, well, I surrender…
I said with a shrug,
Hand me ear plugs.

Hey, are you having a nightmare?
Didn’t you say your prayers?

I opened my eyes
And sheepishly realised,

How could I blame others for my state?
I muttered to myself lying prostrate.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sathyanarayana M V S 05 October 2008

This happens almost to all I feel. A good awakening by this poem of our inner sufferings we don't often share with others.

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Dr.Wardha Jawdat 05 October 2008

the unrest we feel as a human body in this age is well reflected in your peom...even in sleep we suffer.excellent.

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Kesav Easwaran 12 October 2008

a frustating noice...the voice of the subconcious mind...another frightening dream with in a happy dream, the life...10

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Raj Nandy 07 October 2008

I fully sympathise, This noise pollution gets me too! Below my study room the old ladies are performing kirtan right now! Perhaps for my salvation, which I have yet to realise! - Raj Nandy

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Seema Chowdhury 07 October 2008

a nice poem. shows the importance of Prayers. well done.

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Reshma Ramesh 06 October 2008

ha! ha! good one..............

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 05 October 2008

Internalising our fears and concerns can bring much unrest & angst into our most quiet moments...such as bedtime....thus, we dream...surereal, and crypticly....as we attempt to work out our conscious concerns before daybreak....And that rarely happens...However, sometimes that unrest (as you so accurately described, in this fine piece of work) is enough to make us take a hard look at what we can do differenly, that will result in our minds achieving silent peace, 'fore we lay our minds down for the night.As always, Solid Penning, Mamta! F j R ````````

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