Bells Ring Out Poem by meera panigrahi

The bells in the temple ring out
Evening vespers
The wafting of flames from lamps
Throw patterns
Prayers are sung and hymns
Stretch into the soul.

It is time to wind up your jaunt
O traveller
Dusty roads end in forests
O reveller
Dark is the night portentous
Hungry eyes droop in
Mild stupor.

Stars have dimmed their sights
Sonorous
Winds sing a tortured strain
Fortuitous
Shadows lurk in deeps
Thick with death’s
Slumbers
Thoughts that rose like mists
Incongruous.
Twirl and twist in sleep.


Now is the time
Time of all times
Rest.