Chimes Of Change

trickling down the temple steps
i instinctively raised my hand in the air
The space above was warm with hope
For there was a bell to resound and awaken my empty soul

It seems just like yesterday
Or was it only a dream
Tha hand, the bell, the sound which reached my soul
lifted me on a wave of hope
But again incessantly the icy winds
cut through all the hopes

but still.........

While trickling down those steps
I instictively raise my hand in the air
For the space above is empty and cold
There is no bell to resound and awaken my empty soul

- Shailja Vohra