Only A Phone Call
written by: Sarojkanta Dash
Whether to receive my call
or reject
was your choice
But I had no way out
But to call
And I did.
It had behind it-
The strength
Of friendship
The assurance that flowed out
Of your mouth, and, above all
The strength of
Trust
Built up through the years.
It was made under the pressure
Of Time
That was slipping fast through the fingers,
I felt.
The favour I sought
was a few kind words
That could help me stand
The cruel talons of Time
On my bleeding heart.
Nothing more.
Nothing more.
But
You chose to reject.
And something within me snapped
Leaving behind a gunshot.
My heart is still bleeding
But for a different reason.
Dr Sarojkanta Dash is a teacher by profession. He is bilingual in English and Odia. He has already published two books - Fragrance of Love, a short story collection in Odia; and, Scarred Memories: Reconstruction of Experience in Partition Narratives, a critical volume on partition trauma.
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- Only A Phone Call - December 14, 2018
