***my Afternoon Call Poem by hari khabrani

I only know one thing
That your call was invaluable
And first ever
Never be forgotten
Very soon, I’ll call
In days let the right time come
My call to you,
To your ears,
To your collecting cell where it lays,
Besides hearing dear
Smiles, advice, cheer & company
Increase in happiness & inventory.
A dear call to dear & beautiful
Never expects ill
But keeps be well soon
With red rose and white for health
Dear it is in your name and for you
As you have endeavored
Called on me
With all innocent
Fragrance even from your voice
Jewels as few words
A smile...million dollars
You please
Turning in love spirits
Cheeks were reddish
First portion of nose was to red
Ears do not believe
The name besides speaking
A first sign when one expresses love
Which shall never end………….