the phrase hooks me.
Right from school,
where my teachers
sighing used to say
day in and day out
we tried our best.
That keeps ringing
in my ears as does
the school bell
manually operated
by Krishna, the one
who was assigned
to pull the long
rope.
Another synonymous
delivery is that of
the temple bell which
strikes to the accompaniment
of “Om, Om, ” , The sound
reverberates as each pillar
resound the sacred chant.
Day in and day out, as I see,
we work, bathe, eat,
envisage no change
in the regular. Monotony
settles , Life moves on without
a kick, an accomplishment
unrewarding.
Meenas Poems 