Voices
(TO THE WOMEN- VI)
Is he again into some sort of mess?
With his cell phone put to sleep it can be.
Her deep fears swarm like hungry fleas.
She remembers last night their voices
have floated over the lawn, in darkness.
A night blind bird that has failed to return
has been crying, insecure, lonely, stunned.
Her fingers move over the buttons again;
the desperate call travels through heaven.
‘No answer’ wets her, makes her all drenched.
‘No answer’ falls from her forehead, falls down
her nose to her lips and tells her, “Shut up.”
She dials again.
He must be in a mess.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Good write, Poddar.
good one again Poddar
becomes a wire for the night blind bird
Your heart is knowing friend
Adrian
Blessings and best wishes - S.
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