The Quietude Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

The crowd in frency
Will soon disperse
And a quietude may emerge
With none to feel it around..
And it will be a paradox then
With times shrinking and receding.

Every noise is recorded
But, silence isn't.
From the celestial depths
A shrill note will descend
With none to hear it.
The planet will giggle for sometime.

The hymn once sung
May soon die out
With a hue and cry
Skinning the lives now live.
The Sacred and the profane
Merge into one
That's something more captivating
With a diabolic grace in veil.