The Campanile's Roar Poem by Devanshi Khetarpal

When the campanile roars
It is time for me to rouse.
It is time for me to make my bed.
It is time for me to get drenched in the shower.

When the campanile roars,
It is time for the tree to stir with the wind.
It is time for the tree to emanate a shadow.
It is time for the tree to bask in the sun.

When the campanile roars,
It is time for the little boy to meddle with the clock.
It is time for the little boy to jazz around on the street.
It is time for the little boy to chime his rhapsody.

When the campanile roars,
It is time for the old man to peter out from reverie.
It is time for the old man to bounce back to drudgery.
It is time for the old man to delve in and soliloquise.

When the campanile roars,
It is time for the world to change its course.
It is time for the world to sway between thoughts.
It is time for the world to gear up and sail.