Miss calls!A Poem by Amit AmolaTring-Tring
rang the cell ! Running
towards that trembling bell; Thought
of someone, want to talk. Aiming
the number on screen- Which
was shimmering all light green…… After a while, shush was
mobile. I looked into it with a smile. An old friend remembered I, A “miss call” I don’t know
why? Is
there a message to evoke? Or
is this a stupid joke? Starts
the work of guessing; With
some amount of suppressing. Finally deciding not to hinder more; I spell some bad, for that wicked
foe. With
some more teasing sense; He
again tried to have a mess. On
this time twice it rang, Red eyed, I shut off my cell with a bang. Breaking his all wish of call back, I went for a sweet sleeping spell…… Tring-Tring
rang the cell; But I went for sleeping spell ! © 2013 Amit Amola |
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