Rusted Bell!

       I came to temple with a gentle jingle,
       I claim to mumble with a rental mingle.
        
       I dance with breeze at touch of disciple,
       I glance with freeze at crouch of principle.

       I fly in pride during embellished seasons,
       I cry in stride during famished reasons.
        
       Time flew and my luster effaced,
       sublime grew and my stature disgraced.
        
       Dust and rust accompanied me these evergreen days,
       Mirth and dearth conjured me this evergreen strays.

       Gradually the crust of rust on brim of bell toppled on floor like the tears in fear.