The Bell Poem by prasanna kumari

Soap in my eyes and gurgling watery noises
I am listening to the bell
The bell makes me think, hear and see...
Feel and smell too...
The smell through the air affects me
The hand shivers...
The voice trembles...
The lips quivers...
The heart throbs...
To reach...

Is it my child with a frostbite or a fever?
To make me sore
The shock of a mutiny?
To keep me in turmoil
The affliction of an incurable disease?
To bury me in deep sorrow
The ceremony of a poetry prize?
To leave my heart throbbing
The idea of a new art film?
Which leaves me enlightened
The complaint of an unsatisfied job?
To keep me in a helpless plight
The first cry of a new born girl?
To welcome her with a bouquet
The news of a sinking bed?
To leave in me a silent pain
The sad news of suicide?
To immerse me in bursting tears
A difficult question?
To leave me satisfied
For a patient listening?
On the brink of agitation.....?
For a healing touch...?
Just a ‘hallo’......?
To remind me that I am still alive..?
To find solace away from home?
For a word of consolation..?
Is it a wrong number?
To make me annoyed
Or that unfathomable voice...
To leave me baffling, uncertain, intoxicated...

My hand reached the pedestal-still watery
It stopped-the ringing
I looked outside-a salesgirl