The Call Poem by Amit Sharma

My sides beep and echo the call
A call I could not feel
As lonely as a post in twilight,
I rage
I burn
I yearn to fight
No other moment would mean as much
If I was not so blind.
Try once again
We always believe
That keeping faith
Is taking heed
of hope
Hope.
But I have none.
Lost as lost in summer's haze
Shouts at heaven
Where are the days of happiness?
Happiness
That you promissed me.
No warm and gentle
Sweet caress
The only rapture
Below my breast
As loud as canons
Without arrest
This is why I did not hear
I could not hear your call.