Chimes in my balcony

Chimes recall a rose’s brown leaves
Burnt by the sun for no latter’s fault

With bud still sleeping hunched up
But deeply dead in its green womb.

Chimes remind of a jasmine creeper
Crawling up to an ambitious plastic

That hides  burning sun of summer,
Its top leaves shriveled up by plastic

Chimes remind a breeze that comes
From far off sea,through paddy fields

Houses ,cows, women, sleeping dogs
Truck drivers, falling asteroid pieces.

Chimes toll anonymous church bells
In the common destiny that connects

Houses, cows, women, sleeping dogs
Truck drivers etc. to aggregate earth.


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