She Telephoned And Cried Poem by AVIJIT MONDAL
She Telephoned And Cried
Here the weather is sunny
No work today,
I play on my phone gleeful way.
There in my home it rains galore.
My mother telephoned me and sobbed,
She cried 'My heart burns'.
I consoled her-
'It's raining, so your heart burns.
Everything will be alright'.
She cut the call,
The colourful phone dimmed, became flabby.
I laughed at myself
What a stuff mother is!
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4/24/2024 4:57:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
plz ignore the spelling mistake