The Sound I Had Grown to Despise

How humans shatter the beauty of nature

Oct 10, 2020


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I stared into oblivion,
or rather, outside my window,
into a forest specked with
ochres, siennas and happy memories.
Some trees were as fresh as newly baked bread.
Others were crumbling and withering into skeletons.

My gaze shifted rightwards, after which,
amongst the sea of browns, greys, and greens,
I noticed yellow flowers, springing from the foliage.
I was pensive in thought, for it was autumn, not spring,
at least not yet, until a sound disturbed my reverie.

It was a sound I had grown up with,
and a sound I had grown to despise.
I cursed it, just like I had done many times before,
for that sound was the sound of traffic.




Sunset Warrior; Harbinger of Doom. 9th grade student who calls India her home. I write and write about Politics, Economics, History, Literature, and Cinema :)