Here go the Whistles !

The cry of the new born,is a whistle of the womb,
Stamping its mark as a creator and preserver.
The whistles of the sporting arena spearhead,
The forthcoming torch of winners and runners up.
The whistle of war is a winning glory,or whining story,
Brimming our brains with odyssey whims or elegy hymns.
The guards' whistle is a governing tip of the track,
On which motion militates and mitigates its run.
The bells of places of worship are beaming whistles
Encoding and decoding the language of prayer.
The noise at the hustings is a barking whistle of the ballots.
Strikes and street shows are standardized whistle sounds,
Sublimating the self,against the subverting scheme blocks.
The whistles at the theatres,trumpet the frenzy of fanatics,
Jumping from their seats to the roof,in a jolly jamboree.
All whistles woo the magic of the mind,to revel and rejoice.
While those who blow the whistles kick start a journey,
Whistle blowers expose fraud,fighting against the phoney.
The falling whistle is the final blow of the bereaving breath,
Fatigued by whistles blown or heard,between birth and death.
P. Chandrasekaran.