Sonnet- Some Things Will Continue

Some children play about in evenings;
In front of th’place where I’ve begun practice;
Their noisy, play just irritation brings,
But why disturb their fun, frolic and bliss?

The noise of motors on the roads is worse;
Which Policeman can control decibels?
A Doctor, in my heart, I sometimes curse;
Noise pollution bodily also tells.

So, things do happen 'yond man's solutions;
Sometimes, we must be blind and turn deaf ears;
We can't afford to shed inhibitions;
Nor can we live all life with constant fears.

By things, that irk, we must not get provoked.
Sometimes, the air we breathe is very smoked!

by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

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