The last call
Those special memories of you
Will always haunt me!
If only I could have you back
For just a little while as a sob
Then we could sit and talk again
Just like we used to do
O my Mom, this is my last call to you
Hear it circumspectly, without any beseech
I spent the time behind your shades
These are last moments,
So consent it to me
Listen to me,
And pardon me,
If I may have proved mischievous
Do not pay heed of my losing
I might soon be a Martyr!
Goodbye O My Mom,
We may meet in the perpetual Heaven!
Author is a Guest Lecturer at Govt. Polytechnic College and may be mailed at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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