Come On Dear Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Come on dear

I felt bang
When it rang loudly
Thousands of volts ran through
I pinched my skin to feel it true

Somehow I managed
And rushed
To pick the phone
Before it was gone dead

I was dreaming about her
But she was very clever
She will act as if not interested in me
But sometimes lure to feel free

She is personal secretary to boss
So I am always at loss
She will scare me while entering cabin
And show with rudeness that she is going in

I will always remain in fear
And think that she might poison boss's ears
I will be scolded in front of all
And this will cause shameful act

I was broken from dream suddenly
It was boss calling me immediately
I entered with hidden shiver
"Come on dear, you are wonderful manager" he appreciated