A Question Poem by Shree Parno

A Question
No one rang, my doorbell is sleeping for past three days,
Are there some things of horrible ugly?
No one call me, My cell phone is resting for what, I don't know
And my laptop is inactive for the days and i-pod yet to work
I felt a total dark and believed thy mind has ruined -
How strange is it to believe the truth came from odd
For the fading of fame -my broken boyhood.
I saw the whole night with those silent windows
But no one knocking, especially thy lady, I loved
Only a wall clock voices has running in my room-
I am still on the bed and waiting for seconds minutes and hours
Are those gloomy thoughts of whole world rolled my mind?