296. His Last Call..

Feb 21, 2019 by The Typewriter 46 Comments

“…. Krrriinnng… Krrriinnng… “

The phone rings..

Calls the King..

Wishes “Happy birthday..!!”

To his Princess.

💕

No one knows..

Whose call, which, when..

Rings the last..??

After days seventeen, just..

Death rings its call..

And the King finally departs.

💕

Folded him, took him back with his breath, last..

His princess performs his rites, last..

Bids him bye, while he heads for his journey, last..

Her first love, for the last time, thus..

From her phone, that voice, last..

Goes forever quiet.

💕

Her phone won’t show..

‘Baba calling’.. anymore..

A daughter faces a loss..

Lost her first Man of everlasting Love.

💕

Though, the King, no more..

His name, his voice…

Remains stored..

Forever, in his Princess’s phone.

……………………………….✍🏼💕