A phone call Nishant Gangblogging, Mystery, Poem, Poet, poetry, soldier, thoughtsLeave a comment It happened while I was in the park, Resting in the soothing shade of a tree, And as I rested my head on its bark, A call came from a number I couldn’t see. Voice was familiar from a time in past, Hello itself sent shivers down my spine. “You came here, my friend, at last, But where is our customery wine?” I demanded him to introduce self, To which he said a member of my troop. “Captain! I no longer need any help, But I do miss our fierce little group.” “It’s time for me to report to station, Day eleventh, March of Fourty-four, You laid your life for us, for our nation, Enjoy the soothing shade a little more” eternal silence… Share this:TwitterFacebookWhatsAppTumblrPinterestLinkedInRedditTelegramLike this:Like Loading... Related