On the phone,
A lady speaks,
Of love,
She has for me!
In her talks,
She propounds,
Why her love,
Is never returned!
My heart is filled,
With love to the brim.
All the time, I wanted to say,
Dear I love you till I die!
But all along, and all the while,
I knew the call, it was a wrong number
A love,
That never will fruition!
--
Jagadeesh
19/12/2oo7
Sparrows of Mohenjodaro
8 years ago
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