Call Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Call

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I call the great traveller,
But he does not respond,
Again I call him,
But the same thing happens,
He does not answer and continues to walk,
Then I run towards him
And obstructs his way,
This time I ask him angrily,
"Why don't you respond to my call? "
The famous traveller gently says,
"Your call does not reach my refined ears."

Saturday, January 25, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 26 January 2020

When a person making the call is not important to the person to whom a call is made, he may or may not respond. A very interesting poem well crafted.

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