Meenas PoemsThe bell rings
not from the church
not from the temple.
The bell rings incessantly
not an alarm
not a phone .
The bell rings with great sound
neither from the fire brigade
nor from the city tower.
The bell rings violently
it being a call
it being a siren.
The bell chimes vehemently
warning everyone to hide
hurrying all to go underground.
The bell’s sound
takes various cues
whilst this rings fear.
Who can answer time?
None can do.
None can match.
Yet it is time that rules
going tick tick
every second, every minute
calling all the world to its feet
either it be the Great Grandfather
or the minutest of all wrist watches
oscillating this side to that side
with regulated measures and strikes
caring for the people all over
crossing them when so ever
reminding them all over
but never going still
always chiming sternly
always performing grand
great be the time
greater are the days gone
greatest are the years to come
A decade, a millennium and so on.
where time never dies.
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