Miss calls!

A Poem by Amit Amola

Tring-Tring rang the cell !

Running towards that trembling bell;

Thought of someone, want to talk.

Aiming the number on screen-

Which was shimmering all light green……

After a while, shush was mobile.

I looked into it with a smile.

An old friend remembered I,

A “miss call” I don’t know why?

Is there a message to evoke?

Or is this a stupid joke?

Starts the work of guessing;

With some amount of suppressing.

Finally deciding not to hinder more;

I spell some bad, for that wicked foe.

With some more teasing sense;

He again tried to have a mess.

On this time twice it rang,

Red eyed, I shut off my cell with a bang.

Breaking his all wish of call back,

I went for a sweet sleeping spell……

Tring-Tring rang the cell;

But I went for sleeping spell !