Call Of Duty

Shristee Singh posted under Poetry Tale-a-thlon S1: Poetry on 2021-08-21



Sitting alone
Like stone

Waiting for long 
Without any song
Eyes set furlong

Looking at the highway
On a beautiful day
She wanted to say
‘Please don’t go away.’

But enemies lurked like cloud.
The little time he was allowed, 
With his beloved, he endowed.
He left, making her proud.
Call of duty was loud.




 

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