AT THIS MOMENT OF TRUTH

Never ending flow of words,
A monotonous complexion,
Roaring traffic,
Chirping birds and the
Screeching mongooses
Adds to the noisy polution.
a growing feeling of unrest
And to break the binds
Of the elusive quietness
stand remote
In the farthest place
Of hearts delight.
The heavy air fills the room
to push the drowsy moments
In this suffocating atmosphere
Into a remote corner.
Lifts myself
On the threshold
Of serene settings
In solitary approach
To revolt
Against the infringement
Into nature's valuable asset
for all mankind.