Bells Poem by Sathya Narayana

Bells are ringing, away in wilds,
blaring aloud enchanting tales
and again trailing under deafening gales!

Bells are ringing O, within in mind,
peeling out plucky feelings to spurt
as well thundering every confession to blurt!

Bells are ringing, always, in life
scaring every step you tread, you dare
and sparing once in a sin you perpetrate!

Bells, bells, bells, every where,
caressing the undulated inner lanes,
and polishing the dormant senses!

Loud or mellowed;
harsh or sonorous...
have a heart O' friend,
and find a taste,
for the chimes that define
every plane and élan! !