So many things ring, <br /> the cells of the body, <br /> the ankle bells as they dance, <br /> the silver wrist bangles. <br />As the monsoon rains fall on the window <br /> the glass panes musically ring. <br />As clouds clash with clouds <br /> lightning rings out. <br />Dreams ring, keeping time to their beats, <br /> and, making a havoc internally, <br /> loneliness rings. <br />Only an intimate bell on my door does not ring.<br /><br />Taslima Nasrin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unrung-ring/
