Listen to the tinkle of the windchime
It's like a poetry which does rhyme
Like a cuckoo bird which tells us the time.
It's a sound of music that touches the soul
Each of its limbs, always engaged in a role
As if the windchimes are aiming for a goal.
It is said, wind chimes bring us blessings and wishes
Is it a baby girl blowing her kisses ?
Or is it, the luck brought by turtles and fishes ?
It has the bells which rings out with pride
Hanging by the door, swinging with the tide
Sweet smiles of a lovely, shy bride..
The gentle zephyr makes it go around
Making the merry tinkling sound
Cherishing, the new life, that it has found.
Reminds us of the luxurious, windy breeze
Blowing in and out of the door, to please
The windchimes, whose motion does never cease.
It hums like a child who has found a treasure
In a calm moonlit night, which adds to pleasure
In the vastness of the beach, having no measure.
Good fortune, the windchime forever sings
Like a peace loving dove which flaps its wings
And tidings of good luck it always brings
@ Dr. Sujata Chatterjee