Noise and Creativity

When I was young I used to sit along with my friends In a tea stall arranging the seats Like a crescent moon And talk like a parrot Over anything on this earth As I wanted to be eloquent Like the presidents of USA Or the prime ministers of Great Britain In my graduation I read many times The essay on ‘friendship ‘ Written by Francis Bacon Where he argued The man who lives in solitude Is either a God or a wild beast As I was neither of the two I liked to have many friends And fully I enjoyed their friendship None of them is dead Still I am surrounded with them all But slowly they have changed their minds And I have developed an aversion Towards unnecessary chatting and talks The sound the din they produce Can not go any more hand in hand With the demand of my creativity So I shut my mouth and choose to live Like either a God or beast In seclusion, in solitude.