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Bells Are Ringing
VG (5-5-1950 / meerut, india)

Bells Are Ringing

Poem By vijay gupta

Bells are ringing
Bike rider wearing a helmet, jeans & jacket looking like
an astronaut was giving a mobile phone to his father.
His father was traveling in a bullock cart along with his wife & younger son.
He was going the join a Ganga Snan festival at Brig Ghat,
which performs every year on Kartik Purnima.
Moon always will be in full shape & in full swing on that clay.
About eight to nine lacks of people will take bath early in the morning for spiritual benefit.
Main thing is that in the twenty first century you can observe to us Indians,
How they are sticking to their old customs & culture.
People having so many resources still they are using bullock cart for traveling
and hookah for smoking & ringing bells for the necks of their bullocks.

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