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.