Kring Kring Krinnnnnnnng Poem by MELVIN BANGGOLLAY

KRING KRING KRINNNNNG
Melvin Banggollay

Kring kring krinnnnnnng
goes my mobile phone
reminding me one thing
time for me to go home
to attend my child's calling
'Dad, come home I'm alone
Come home I am waiting
Please bring me my mom'
But as I hear him crying
I felt my heart begun to mum
As I remember the sting
of a great love now gone.

My son, stop your crying
Dad is on the way home
with my bike so screaming
as its engine now moving on
So fast that I felt am flying
just to be with you my son
but sorry I can never bring
back a woman now gone
to offer you lullaby I can sing
For I can't just buy anyone
but for sure I'll give everything
my life, my joy to you my son.