Analysis of Mothers Bell

Mothers bell wrung thrice
An hour of need
Drop your doing
Tend the hour

Mother’s bell wrung thrice
last century
the century of greed
mother told me

Mother’s bell wrung thrice
No more last night
Idling on the shelf
Wringing in my ear

Mother, if I wrung your bell
Thrice, this century
drop your undoing
tend me
in the century
Of need.