Some one to call
I wish some one to call
I fear my imminent fall
May be days are over
Where can I find cover?
Do you suggest it with friends?
Will they rush at the time of my end?
Will they spare their precious time?
I am afraid they may come sometime
Whole scene passes off me like trailer
How I look mean and smaller?
Had I done enough for my brethren?
Who do they now bother and concern?
I miss them one by one
They were so close and near ones
I might have offended them many times
They were always ready in my bad times
I was bitter and always condemned
They may not tell on face but always named
All troubles were attributed to my handling
I was not welcome at all while dealing
I am left with handful of friends
I have come to terms and made many amends
Yet the old memory does not disappear
They want it not to happen and simply fear
I know their feelings but can’t do anything
I repent it now for doing wrong thing
They were kind enough to tolerate
I would go all out to defame them and narrate
This thought itself is troubling
My feet are shaking and crumbling
I think I may not last more
I want to see them therefore
I give call in wilderness and wait
It is my bad luck or fate
No one is by the side of my bed
Food intake is stopped and artificially fedI would love to hear familiar words
I fear for some harsh punishment from the lords
I care for no such result after departure
I want old friends by the side for sure
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