My Silent Phone Poem by shreya koppaka

Sitting in a quiet room,
seriously reading my book,
Realized my phone wasn’t around,
In silent it must be ringing off the hook,

Tossing the pillows, papers and clothes,
Frantically I searched around,
Finally on the dresser,
Beside my purse, the blessed phone I found,

I checked it vigorously,
for a message or a missed call,
But found just the blank screen,
It hadn’t ringed at all,

I spent moments thinking carefully,
on reasons that could be,
For, my phone had been away for hours,
All this time had no one thought of me?

Could it be a network problem,
or a signal fault perhaps,
Or just a busy day at work,
Or one of those afternoon naps,

So I decided to call up myself,
Th first name on my list,
I hadn’t spoken for hours,
It’d be nice to hear the day’s gist,

So the number I connected,
and the ringing I hear,
But the ringing goes on and on,
I think to myself why aren’t you picking up?

Anyway I let it for a few hours,
and then with hope repeat the whole thing,
But again its not different from before,
And I hold the phone until it stops to ring,

To calm myself I wonder,
If I should switch it off for a bit,
And myself imagine that someone did call,
But only I wont be able to take it,

But unfortunately and of course,
I do no such thing for I am scared,
that my being off even mattered,
and whether anybody really cared,

So hoping that it would ring soon,
I put my silent phone aside,
Wishing that someone somewhere
thought of me, even for a second be it might...