Wall Clock Poem by Somanathan Iyer

Wall Clock



Adorning the wall of the house of my friend
a clock was there with majestic looks
Belgium made it was big and brown
evinced in everyone awe and fun
gifted by whites it was thirteen decades old
treasured by its owners like an item made of gold
measuring three feet facing the street
it greeted sweetly with an hourly strike
its ding dong sound traveled a furlong
leaving the ears with reverberations for long
referred by all as wall clock house
the clock fetched the house a name and fame

Sunday, August 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: memoirs
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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 25 August 2014

Wall clock house nicely described. Time definitely ticked there and the name clicked.

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