Arrival
The prophecy beholds an unsaid truth,
An unknown conversation in the phonebooth.
An infant born in a family of scarcity,
Bestowed upon with countless pity.
The voice with a cry of joy, the tears in the eyes
Still the women doesn’t seem to mesmerize.
It’s a son , said she
The phone call dropped like it was never meant to be.
Disheartened and agony took over her,
All she did was just defer.
The man on the other side seems to be blank,
Was he happy or sad thought by the mother,
Overjoyed the man for being a father.
The man rang his wife and promised to be there till noon,
The wife is still waiting for him to come home soon.
Copyright © Vishal Sarkar | Year Posted 2020
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