Wrong Bell Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
Wrong Bell
In the early morning
The atmosphere is fine,
The sky is clean,
The sun slightly tinged with yellow is calm and serene,
The gentle breeze is blowing,
The sweet birds are twittering,
Yet the wrong bell rings
From the hidden region,
I listen......
Unwillingly though
And understand its inauspicious meaning,
But I secretly keep it within.
A poignant incident depicted in easy words…5*
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8/27/2026 10:49:44 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Awesome as ever, Liked it. Full****