Late Night Call Poem by Udita Garg

under my pillow it sleeps
absolutely silent, with me
sharing perhaps my dreams
feeding images into me
it won't move, won't even twist
afraid to disturb my sleep
no reverberation, no vibration
till one day while in deep sleep
it sings with all its power
calling out to me
panicky, i get up
pick it up
wondering who is it?
one thirty early morning
who could it be?
in a sleepy breaking voice
i say hello thrice
no answer
and then it cuts
an unknown number
a life shrouded in mystery