A Wrong Number. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The man was in good asleep
Where he was enjoying the dreams
Flying in heights, hearing songs
The celebrities of singers, drums
The instruments, of musics
He slept like a little child
And felt like a little child
In naps near the mother in home
So many films in memories through dreams
The sleep always he enjoyed
Then suddenly it disturbed by a call
A missed call in his mobile phone
The untimely phone in midnight
He woke up and jumped in anxiety
And looked the mobile number
It is an unfamiliar number and followed
Sorry a missed call but wrong number.