Call Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

These undying echos of
the call chasing me for ages.
Feel like answering them.
But- I'm busy, with life.
When alone, they return.
Creating ripples in blood.
and I sense the flowing life.
Then there is a sudden
noisy crowd around and I float
aimless and feel relived.
So nice busyness that is!
Let the perplexed mind sleep.
They're not nagging!
Though I've no courage
to answer, still I feel
spirited by them.
Something assuring...and
purposeful...um, may be!
Now sometime I feel
they're fading and
I feel breathless.
Then I realize
It's just a notion.
They keep coming back
chase me to feel happy....