28 Jun 2011
Posted by Oblivion in
Poetry
| 8:07pm
at break of dawn
it rang loud
the temple bell
every day it did
when, as a boy,
i slept under
the shade of neem
it rang loud, too,
when, firm in feet,
in the fields i ran
and hit the bark
drunk with the pride
that of youth
to music i danced
when time, as a hawk,
flew, hovered, and flew
in days and years
the bell, still atop
the hamlet's temple
talked to my ears
deaf to its sound
the neem is dead
frail are my feet
walls have crumbled
in ruins, the temple
long for that sound i do
but even a faint note
the bell rings no more
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