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The Call
In the tuneless world of mine
There I get a ring
Maybe just an ordinary ring
But from an extraordinary source.
The call from the one
It’s not just a call, it’s a moment
Similar to the first ray of sun
Entering through your window.
My once silent heart
Finds its rhythm again
In the sound of a voice
That knows how to reach me.
It isn’t the words
But the presence of someone
The breath of someone
On the other side of the call.
And suddenly,
I am reminded
That joy doesn’t knock loudly
Sometimes, it just calls.
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Joyshree Basak
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