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.