The Broken Bell Poem by Toru Dutt

The Broken Bell

Rating: 4.4

'Tis bitter-sweet on winter nights to note,
Beside the palpitating fire reclined,
The chimes, across the fogs, upon the wind.
Now loud, now low, now near and now remote.
What recollections on that music float!
Blessed the bell that through the darkness blind
Sends honest greetings, consolations kind.
And solemn warnings from its lusty throat
Tis like a wakeful soldier, - mine, alas!
The soul-bell in me, can but give one cry,
Like that, a wounded soldier - o'er whom pass
Riders and horses, and around whom lie
The dead and dying in a tangled mass -
Utters, unable or to move or die.

Allemagne Roßmann 30 September 2012

what more can i say to commemorate you so many years later my dear

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Ratnakar Mandlik 20 January 2016

Superb and lovely poem beyond description. Thanks for sharing.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 02 August 2019

Touching account of the pitiable wounded soldier lying on the battle field amid corpses etc and unable to move. Great poem as also flight of imagery.

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Santosh 31 May 2018

I like poem to much and next poem of Tulsi das

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M Asim Nehal 20 January 2016

Strong worded poem on the subject, Toru dutt write well on it.10

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Manonton Dalan 20 January 2016

it looks everything happening revolve around that broken bell which every tool is a message. ... brilliant

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* Sunprincess * 20 January 2016

....a poignant write, alone on a winter's night with painful memories of the past ★

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Toru Dutt

Toru Dutt

Calcutta / India
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