The Bell Poem by rajnimila rajnee

The Bell



Glaringly the Sun knocks my sleep at the erliest
I wonder what an alarm!
But it sneaks out from the west,
leaving all darkness in thought.

I remain asking myself
Who next is for it to ring the bell
Until its new rise every morning!

Sunday, February 10, 2013
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