Make That Call Poem by sreelekha premjit

Pick up the telephone, make that call
do not delay and end up in dismay
this is the time, most opportune
this is the number, dial it fast.

Pick up the telephone, make that call
let her hear your voice
let that drench her soul
let the acrimony be forgotten.

Pick up the telephone, make that call
forget for god's sake what chanced to happen
forgive the one who has been yours
forego your pride just for once.

Pick up the telephone, make that call
lest with time you regret
for your call shall never reach the called
or these few years of life left shall not be spent in love.

Pick up the telephone, my child
its your mom speaking to you
call me up once, so that I
find an excuse to forgive you.

Pick up the telephone, do not hesitate
how have I spent those years I know
yearning to hear your voice somehow
blaming myself for forgetting your easy pride.

Pick up the telephone, let me hear your smile
wipe your tears, hug you tight
pick up the telephone, let me see you now
what of tomorrow, I do not know.