Her last call (Apr 25)

a poem by Runa Pradhan

In the span of one day’s a little sleep
A lump of thoughts came to peep
Meanwhile, a closed known call rang
Hastily I got up and assured a little bang.

That was her call which was for last time
Never ever I expected that will be a crime
Sorts of warnings were there to change;
To me, which, still feeling what a strange.

In fact, I couldn’t reply, couldn’t pare;
To what she showered on me to let her
Ultimately, how she changed I can’t find
All in all, to forget, I professed to my mind.