Forgive Me, Those Who Keep Their Mobiles Switched Off Poem by Arvind Srivastava

Happiness had found out
Four days of his dazzling
That is why he
stopped the darkness and blamed it
With the light

Often someone hammers a nail
On the wall in his sleep
For a long time
Becoming a part of the brainstorming
That missing man smiles!

Interferes again and again
In the stories of his disappearance
Comes hopping and jumping

Yesterday I had kept the windows of my heart open
He had gone away throwing a rose

Today the telephone bell rings intermittently
Like hiccups
That missing man comes chirping in front

Forgive me,
Those who keep their mobiles switched off
I am including him too
In the list of missing people!

© Arvind Srivastava,
India