Noise and Terrorist
These constant noises
exhaust me
with no escape in sight;
trapped I'm in my own self
like a terrorist in a jungle fight.
Release of a sigh
or an occasional sob
betrays the anguish
of a famished soul,
like a wounded animal
suffering in wilderness.
Helplessness, however,
prevents its full expression
in an all out attack
on forces of precipitation,
on stressful competition,
and ruthless exploitation.
I try to escape from
the din and bustle
of engines and mills,
of machines and drills,
of war and cries,
and seek refuge
in music and songs,
in temple and shrines,
and in occasional pills.
Still these noises do not leave me,
having become terrorists within me.
--
c s shah
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