The Beautiful Bell
A Anjandev Roy
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Again it is,
The beautiful bell rings,
I listen,
I feel
And I love it
Every moment
With my true attention,
The ugly bell is afraid
To ring in my pure and pleasant realm
With its coarse feelings,
It always flees from me
And hides itself
In the harsh and heinous abyss,
As the lovely bell rings for me,
I swing and swing
With great ease and delight,
Gradually I reach the divine land
Of eternal peace and serenity.
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