The call

Before during and after phone conversation

An untamed propelling force ,
Drives me to dial those 10 digits.
The ring goes, filled with remorse,
Makes my hands glitch and fidget.

Between the ringing and receive,
The time is spent with panting breath.
just when the sound of HELLO breaks.
Skips off a beat,takes me close to death.

My sound wavers in reply.
Seeking paths to comply .
While the hearing senses,
cherish the voice that I miss.
Not knowing how to reply to,
“Who is this?”

Humility spills in the sound of”it’s me”.
Never expecting to be recognised in thee. before any other word could be uttered.
“Stop calling me” the voice muttered.

Just before thy could exchange
the words in few.
The piercing words asked thee.
“What’s wrong with you?”

The pumping machine synced again.
It’s every beat unleashed a twitching pain.
Just a few words of respect,
could set the tone.
That’s all is being seeked,
Trying to grab the respect that’s gone.

All the words of honour to me,
by the world fails to please.
Seeking from only one source,
Would certainly take me to peace.

Just one converse of respect,
and the residing pain would ease.

Reviews

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My God.....U took such prospects which is seen as very little topic and many denies to pe ig down. But you did!!
It's something like, curiosity ahead and I've to know the end.......
Too well penned😊

[Mustafa Merchant]

Thanks tehsin. Some times very little isn’t really little.