My Thoughts in Verses

Wind Bells

The wind bells chimed,
A sweet sharp sound.
Breeze so light
That had brought in
The sweet smells of the garden flowers.
Slow yet powerful
To wake up the memories
That lay in a deep sleep.
Far, distant scenes.
It was not the wind bells then,
It was the school bells
That had brought
The same childish joy.
The hallways always a chaos.
Classrooms echoing silence.
The ground had seen quarrels,
It's mud seeping through the clothes
And the giggles and snorts it had brought.
The lively sun had played on the sweat droplets
That was never cared about.
Accross the road stoon the canteen,
Matrons roaming the dining hall
All ready to pounce on ungratefull children.
But then I had yet to realize,
What hunger meant.
The morning prayers
In strict lines.
Folded arms in submission
To the God we belived but mind lost.
But then I had yet to realize,
What had gratefullness meant.
Teachers tought,
With long scary sticks,
Their torture companion
The beatings echoing in the quiet classroom.
The red palms pained
But the scars hidden beneath
The layers of mud, that was somehow always there.
As final bell rings for the day,
The buses were the merry ride
Of noise and games.
Even when our homes we reach,
The cheerfullness still didn't fade.
So happy were those days
When all we cared were about
The scoldings we would get
For the mud bath we had had
Or for the untouched luchboxes,
A poor lonely friend who wasn't invited to play during the breaks.
So happy were those days
When all we waited
Was to go back to the same old place
To make memories without wanting any.
Now, the wind bells chimed again
The sweet loving song
It hummed,
That brought back memories
That a child had made and I was to forget.

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I would wave my hand at your concerns regarding the poem. I wouldn't stop you from commenting on them, but I can sense what the topic of discussion would be.