Ramya and I chat for hours on the Net,
I was dying to meet her, to say the least,
But how on earth could we meet so soon,
She was in Chennai and I, in the Middle east!

Then suddenly, it came to my mind,
I could speak to her on the phone,
Her voice could bring some solace, some joy,
to my heart during the times it felt so very alone.

She has earnestly given me her phone number,
obviously wanting me to call her,
I was scared to actually do it,
What if the phone was picked up by her deadly father!

But I could not wait any more,
And I frantically grabbed my mobile,
My fingers nervously dialled her number,
even as my heart was beating all the while!

Her phone was now ringing loudly,
one ring, two rings and then three,
Then, as I had longed for, she answered the phone,
As if her heart knew, the caller was me!

I knew it was her,
She mumbled a nervous ‘hello’, I just said ‘hi’,
She immediately guessed who the caller was,
I was already on top of the world, flying high!

Her voice, I felt, was like a child,
so cute, so sweet, so very tender,
If her voice could be so charming,
How would she be, I can’t help but wonder!

She is a shy and a quiet girl,
Maybe she does not mingle much with boys,
But I surely sensed that she was very happy,
I could actually hear the smile in her voice.

But curse my luck,
She did not have time to talk to,
She was getting late for her computer classes,
I just had no time to tell her what I wanted to.

So like all good things in life,
My telephone call also had to end,
I hung up the phone with a heavy heart,
Why did I call, will Ramya ever comprehend?