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Sounds
Dedicated to mother nature, the inspiration for my poem

The gurgle of a newborn baby,
The crackling of dry leaves.
The silence of the night air broken,
By the whisper of the passing breeze.

Each sound a different sensation.
Each sound a different feeling.
Each sound is something for someone,
Each sound has a distinct meaning.

A soldier is proud to hear,
The resonance of his marching feet.
A child finds reassurance,
In his mothers rhythmic heartbeats.

The rabbit is scared stiff,
By the screech of a bird of prey.
The peacock dances with joy,
Hearing the raindrops of may.

So next time you hear a sound,
Just listen for a moment or two.
And think of those wondrous feelings,
That each sound stirs up in you.

Pranay Harish Rao


 

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