A Blank Call Poem by Abnish Singh Chauhan

A Blank Call



Many things were left
to be shared with her
since the first meeting
in a local train.

We traveled
in the same train
for years.

I can't remember
how many times
we met
but I can recall
how many times
we departed.

One day
she left the train
forever
then I knew
the meaning of a blank call.

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Abnish Singh Chauhan

Abnish Singh Chauhan

Etawah, U.P., India
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