O, Missed-Call-Giver... Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

O missed-call-giver, where dwell you,
What your name
And identity,
Where live you,
I mean, where do you come from?

If you do not have money in your pocket,
Take it from me,
Borrow it,
I shall lend you,
But give not the missed calls so often.

Missed-call-giver, who are you in reality,
An information gatherer
Or a lover in disguise after
Or a burglar to come,
What's the matter?

But scold me not allegedly
By charging against,
Why are you giving frequent missed calls
And disturbing me nonsensically,
I shall report against?