The Ringing Bell

by Manju Ravi
(Chennai, Tamilnadu, India)

When I heard the bell ring
There was a tingle in my wing,
All stood and thanked with faces bright-
I had taught,
what they hate with all my might.

This bell rings every hour,
stopping all my shower
Giving me a break to take
the needed tour through the bower
Of course to go on and on
till I make them laugh
And learn with intense spirit
what is really tough.

The last hour ring, stops me to think
Have I taught them to think or blink,
The smiles on their faces
showed a lot of trace
That left me smiling on the base.

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