The School Bell
Tringgg goes the bell,
Casting the gleeful spell
As children dash out,
some to the classes they like,
others to the ones they dislike,
Everyone suddenly has a new thereabout.
Faces shine with mirth
when the Sports period comes
and turn into sulks
as Math hums.
The bell is uncanny yet beautiful,
Galling at 8 but melodious at 3.
What may come our way?
The bell will always be the shimmering ray.
Be it a school, or a temple,
or perhaps a rooster's cock-a-doodle,
All These are Bells,
Reminders that Time Flows.
- Anvesha Rana,
Grade 10-B,
Gyanshree School
