Phone's ringing
No, I won't pick it up.
It keeps ringing
Ringing all the time.
A friend, a colleague,
A sales adviser, a telemarketer,
A wrong number, some irritating caller.
Poor phone rings
Hundred times a day.
Earlier I waited
For it to ring once in a while.
My father would call
And his voice would fill the home.
Now hes absence fills it all,
Nobody laughs out loud, nobody talks,
Nobody watches TV, nobody listens to songs.
No phone calls, no long talks
Nobody's on the other line.
Sorry phone,
Keep ringing on, and on...
1 comment :
Nice write.You have shown the shift of time so marvellously in this poem! Let it ring on till the caller understands there is no point in calling anymore.
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