A Miscall Poem by Prabhat Kumar Sahoo
A Miscall
I want to be hurt
To bleed enough
Heart to be pierced
To cry clasping my soul.
I need no spike, knife
To Shed blood from my heart
Not a bludgeon to strike my ribs
Not a match-stick to burn my dreams.
A forlorn hope that I have
To get amiscall from you
Your name appear on my display once
Oh! enough to crush,
Cut, part, fire me
Hurt me deep life after life.
The miscall from ones' beloved longing by a lovelorn really very painfully narrated.So called miscall never come.God bless.
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4/25/2024 9:55:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
beautiful keep writing10