The Tolling Knell
This world is too, too full of illusion. Well, it is too easy when we say so, but it is actually too much tough for any of us to admit it from the very core of our within. Days go by, years roll away; still, we cannot get respite from such snares here; we fall in love with these instead. However, the sooner we come to learn the truth, the better. Nevertheless, we all are humans, made of flesh and blood. Hence, although it sounds so smart, we actually become even unsmarter than we used to be before. It does pain a lot. The poem—‘The Tolling Knell’ No more shall I irritate; I promise you this; This world does asphyxiate; That world’s full of bliss. It’s time for me, it’s time for me To be off, to be off; That world does, does beckon me; No more, please, be in sob. Bid me farewell, bid me farewell; Bid adieu in smile; Tolls my knell, hark, there tolls my knell, Bereft of any guile. I’m done with my role; It’s time for m...