"This poem represent the city people٫who bombarded by noise.The rumble of trucks passing٫the screech of the breaks٫the blare of radios and jukeboxes that forever blast in ears.To a person who spends days and nights in the noisy city٫the longing for quiet and serenity is understandable."
I am a lover of quietness-
Unechoed songs within a silent heart٫
A silver pond٫a statue loveliness
When words can take no part.
I love the quiet ways of memory
The quiet looks to give you loving praise٫
The quiet secrets of my misery
Through quiet nights and days.
The quiet mountains of the earth I love٫
The moving clouds٫the sun٫the dewy leaf.
My quiet questioning of god above٫
My quiet٫tearless grief.
