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The moment the bell goes
there’s a spurt of joy
gushing up like a geyser
from the school house
that has just opened its cage door
letting out
thousand little birds
feathered in red and white
to take flight-
their chirps and twitters float in the air,
the banyan leaves, the Atrayee* water
hear their freedom song-
while I have captured them again
in my words-
*Atrayee is a river that flows through Balurghat where I stay
Posted formy prompt ~ A / The Moment@ Poets United Midweek Motif
sumanar/lekha 
When I was a child, I was one of those little birds. When I grew up, I became one of the bird keepers—a teacher! 🙂
Luv the poet’s twist at the end line. Happy you dropped bymy blog today Sumana
Much💞love
Such a capture is another joy. I am smiling!
This is wonderful, it brings back happy memories. I love your words 🥰
Oh that is a moment of joyous release for sure. I remember how long school days were. I love the idea of them sounding like a flock of twittering birds!
Sumana,
This is just wonderful. Such a sense of school freedom, as we have all experienced…The moment and then that silence…Loved this aspect..
How this took me back to my early days with that mad rush for freedom after being caged most of the day dreaming of playing outside with my friends. Absolutely beautiful.
A happy and carefree description that springs thoughts of days gone by. Sometimes I feel the same way at the end of the day at work. Thank you, Sumana
The children’s release by the bell is palpable, Sumana, especial in the ‘spurt of joy gushing up like a geyser’ and those ‘little birds feathered in red and white’. I’m delighted you captured them again in your words! Happy days.
Oh I can definitely feel this, Sumana! Not only the children are joyful when the bell rings — but the teachers too. Smiles!
ha! a universal sound of children at the end of a school day! Love it.
Ha,,,I can relate to those little red and white birds watching the clock for school to be over.Beautifully written.
What a lovely and happy scene. The kids do indeed sound like chirping birds- running freel
set ’em free!