Wrong Bell
A Anjandev Roy
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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.
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