The phone call is unerringly periodic,
The ring reminds us of-
Someone, that has time as its ally,
Her identity is certain, and not a bluff.
It is unusual for the phone to be silent,
A long interval means something is wrong,
An eerie atmosphere settles in the room,
Seems the love is weak that was once strong.
But don’t be so misguided,
Their love is an oddity,
I have never seen such bonding,
Desire of each other is more than a necessity.
Talks on the phone don’t last long,
Shouts and anger speed out like from a cannon,
Still in the end there is a ‘luv u’,
I gape at them like a moron!
This is about Arka talking with his girlfriend Rupsha over the phone.
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