In just three short lines, the speaker admits to a simple wish: silence. The second line, "In a noisy universe," explains why that wish is so hard. The word "universe" makes the noise feel huge, as if it isn't only traffic or chatter but everything around the speaker. The last line is blunt and final: "Silence I never find."
The poem's mood is tired and resigned. There's no anger or shouting, which is a little ironic given the subject. The speaker just states the problem and accepts it. The title, "Pointless," tells us how to read that acceptance: searching for quiet feels like a task that goes nowhere. Judging by the wording, the noise might also be inner, like restless thoughts, though the poem never says so. That openness is part of its power. Whatever the noise is, the speaker can't escape it, and the poem's brevity leaves us in that same empty, unsatisfied space.