‘Tringg..!’
my phone rang,
And
love tunes my heart sang.
A
‘Known unknown’ was calling me,
&
something grisly then I could see.
Gambol
was my knee-jerk,
Tempting
was love’s perk.
I
went into flashback,
Tasting
memories placed on the rack.
Disinter
was made of past,
The
pain of betrayal still, last.
I
loved him like hell,
&
he exploited me very well.
He
had left me with no reason,
With
no contrite, in any season.
I
was alone on a pernicious way,
&
he was still full of gay.
With
it presage I got,
For
that I thank god a lot.
Our
relations annulment was done,
&
being single was also fun..!
So,
Fervour was left aside.
Now,
to my attitude I abide.
Gingerly
I made my mind,
And, new way for life- I find.
Than...being
phlegmatic...
I
picked up the phone,
Alas!
My voice was gone..!!
“Darling!
It’s ... me..!”
This
he said with glee...
Finally,
as no place was there for him,
In
my heart’s chamber,
I
charily said...” Sorry! Wrong
number.”...SORRY! WRONG NUMBER..
----Janvi Sonaiya
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