Wrong Number Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
Wrong Number
He called me
From the mysterious land,
I silently answered,
'It's wrong number......
Surely wrong number, '
I began to work
With great energy and elan,
At the end of the day......
Being tired and exhausted,
I fell in deep slumber,
Then......
Someone whispered to me from within,
'Dear friend!
Always listen to the right call and the right number,
That's the only purpose.'
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