PHONY
In
the dead of night, it was silent,
Lost
in lands of deep slumber,
Forgotten
my existence reality,
Temporal
seemingly nonexistent,
Soul
metamorphose to butterfly,
Colorful
wings fly to a dreamland,
It
was ringing, melted into a surreal world,
Half-awake
lifted the mobile phone,
A
voice shrieked, called, please listen,
A
female tone unknown floated in the air,
Left
asleep, quite awake, surprised,
Went
off the call as suddenly it came,
Unknown
number bewildered I felt,
Who
can call me at this wee hour,
Not
at all familiar surprised a lot,
Confused,
slept again, ringing again,
It
was the same voice pleading to hear,
It
switched off again, left me perplexed,
Switched
off the telephone if weird,
The
day was disturbed felt hunting,
Please
listen, please hear me, repeatedly,
Switched-off
the mobile completely,
Clueless
tried to forget the episode,
The
eerie incident that night lingered,
Phony call Left me t myriad thoughts,
She
must be a female at trouble called,
That
night was mysterious for me,
She
knew my phone number and tried,
Tried
to contact me for help urgently,
It
was not a dream number existed,
Suspense
in suspension prevailed,
Accepted
one of the calls, phony disturbed,
I
was sitting in a restaurant having tea,
Sneaked
out of busy office time jolly mood,
Singing
silently, touchingly, who are you,
Calling
me in the early morning fading soon,
O
angel, let me meet you at least once,
Tell
your owes, open your heart,
Listen
to all your sorrows to solve them,
Phony
voice why melted into thin air,
This
left me curiosity confusing mostly,
Remained
shadowy under the veil,
The
thought stopped as suddenly,
As
my sleep was disturbed by a call,
A
decently dressed female politely asked,
Addressed
me by calling my name,
Looked
at puzzled never seen her,
She
asked me to sit on the chair,
Then
she told me she was my friend's wife,
My
friend was the closest in the college,
She
saw me, knew during her marriage,
Her
husband was praising me always,
That
night was the last day of his life,
Cancer
terminated wish to talk,
To
talk to me, she rung twice,
Her
son, a doctor, switched off promptly,
Her
son informed his father was no more,
Her
husband's mobile was thrown into a river,
The
phone call was phony,
Never
could think it was for my pal,
At
his last breath, he wished,
I
held her hand clasped and cried.
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Title
of Poem: Phony
Theme:
Phony call that was not
Story:
Fiction
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