i rang the bell on the hill
by the side of that church
that was built long ago by a forgotten pilgrim
it stood against the gale,
the punishments of nature
the wrath of men
it stood alone
in the coldest night
nothing arose
by its sound
it was alone as it used to be
i walked down the hill
down the slippery pathway
on the stones captured by moss
and when i reached down
i heard the bell ring again
i did not look back
nor did i turn my feet
i kept on walking
but the bell still rings, inside my heart!
written by Vinal Raj R.
30/06/13
