miscalls

miscalls

A Poem by poddar kushal

miscalls

                  

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 kushal


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great write! :)



Posted 16 Years Ago


do ever REALLY know someone? we only know what someone wants us to know and nothing more. thought provoking, this one leaves a little to the imagination, mysterious.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very interesting ideas, thoughts and emotions here. Well done

Posted 16 Years Ago


Nicely done, my friend.

Miscalls, indeed

Posted 16 Years Ago


Nicely done, I thought about suggesting extending this but maybe its alright the way it is.


Great Write.
Rayne

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 7, 2008

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poddar kushal
poddar kushal

kolkata, India, India



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life 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..

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