Monday, December 30, 2013

The phone rang

I had a bad dream
so did I cry in sleep
I heard whispers among the fog
and the phone rang.

I heard a voice so feeble
it made me cry; like a child did I
it is not the pain troubling him
But his desires to see me.

I saw his pictures. Cancer has eaten his flesh
the strongest man I once knew, how could he fail?
Oh Yama! can't you just wait?
I have his dreams to fulfill.

With his trembling hands
He dreams of blessing my wife
in return a great grandchild would she offer.
My child and him; both with their toothless grin.

The phone rang again
I palpitated. My hands shook and I cried
My Grandfather on his bed
waits for me,more than death.

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