Sonnet: Noise Pollution

What loud a music people keep these days! And blaring horns preach God’s word every day; And this they seem to do almost always! A menace no one bothers anyway. The youth prefer to hear music aloud; The watts they hear can take the tiles off roof! It stimulates the thunder from the cloud; The pity ’tis a man can’t stay aloof. The road is full of traffic that makes Noise! The sound of horn’s can make the deaf ears hear! A stress that people live with without choice! ‘Bandh’ is the only silent day of year! And noise can rack a person’s nerves and brain! I wish the current fails again, again.