Crumb Unique

At the birth of every male child, At his hair-cutting event styled, At first birth-celebrations wild; At his sister's ear-ring pomp, mild, At school when their admissions filed, Blasts the crumb, whole soul forces, piled...! When enjoying a silent sleep, When solemn meditation keep, When, within, alone, cry or weep; When as rituals blind-faiths, seep, When in farms rich harvest we reap, Roars the crumb of drum like bomb-heap...! When boys go mystic in playground, When girls hysterically bound, When kith-and-kin awe-filled surround; When moralists sow seeds so sound, When, wildest of the wild gets crowned, Booms crumbs of music; all get drowned...! At great festivals of marriage, At bride-groom's glamour-horse carriage, At bride's courtyard like effleurage; At death, with mourning, like steerage, At mingle of broods like peerage, Cracks crumbs with fullest coverage... Crumb, for us, is not bomb or shell, Nor any grand ancient witch-spell, Nor blast of some planets far dwell; It’s, loud noise pollution, like hell, That, in truth, is a rude death-knell, Though we cherish it like church-bell... 19 January 2022