The Unrung Ring Poem by Taslima Nasrin
The Unrung Ring
So many things ring,
the cells of the body,
the ankle bells as they dance,
the silver wrist bangles.
As the monsoon rains fall on the window
the glass panes musically ring.
As clouds clash with clouds
lightning rings out.
Dreams ring, keeping time to their beats,
and, making a havoc internally,
loneliness rings.
Only an intimate bell on my door does not ring.
So many things ring, the cells of the body, the ankle bells as they dance, the silver wrist bangles. but my heart will never ring...... tony
Dreams ring, keeping time to their beats, and, making a havoc internally, loneliness rings. Only an intimate bell on my door does not ring. great poetic mind. tony
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Dreams ring, keeping time to their beats, and, making a havoc internally, loneliness rings. Only an intimate bell on my door does not ring. terrible life in a wedded life. tony