miscallsA Poem by poddar kushal
You knew his language of miscalls The rings of love, fatigue, hate and all. You knew a call at four Meant at café, four o’ clock. You knew the miscalls close Three short rings means He loved you! Still, can you say at this day of reckoning, That you really knew him?
© 2008 poddar kushalReviews
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15 Reviews Added on March 7, 2008 Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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