The Bells tinkled in the church,
As the birds chirped on the Birch.
The pastor cited the verses,
To make the man free from evil curses.
One fine morning, dressed in white,
The bride came running with a face so bright.
The Bells tinkled as he stared at her,
Eyes swelled up with happy tears.
At the Christmas eve, the bell jingled,
Raising their toasts, the couples mingled.
With music so soothing for the ear,
They bid 'goodbye' until next year.
As the silence swept inside the Church,
Nobody felt inclined to talk much.
The young boy had passed away,
The bells tinkled as the winds cleared way.
~PallaviЁЯТЬ
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