Phone Call

Phone call

With a longing heart,

fingers run through;

Dialling the numbers,

For the call to go through.

Ears waiting for that chirp,

of our very loved ones;

To hear good tidings 

feel their very presence.

Suddenly emotions drain,

when pat comes the voice;

'Be fast, have no time...

Will talk later' and a click.

Words die down,

the receiver and me,

left face to face;

With moistened eyes,

a scuffing choke,

To witness life

As it advances 

With sunset at hand.

On its graph.

There is no blame

Nothing to explain

Life is tough

With all kinds of stress

For all loved ones.

Yet the yearnings of heart 

can anyone stop?

Yet life is beautiful

Like an hour glass

When we count

all the blessings

Showered

In our lap...

Kiren Babal

29.11.2014