Strange friendship his voice had
Thirty past seven on that clock
The old phone rang all evenings
and stories went for hours.
A by chance call, an excuse then
and finally a habit
No name asked, no truth masked
Two voices had become friends
over a wrong number.
Untill one day her voice told him
of her wedding date
A silence then, the line got cut
Rings followed for days and weeks
but none answered again.
One day when the ringing stopped
all anger lost to remorse
The clock saw seven thirty again
For days, weeks, months and years
the phone never rang again.
A lifetime passed my stranger voice
waiting by that phone
True, the clock has long gone past
A heart still waits for that one ring
for a voice once left behind.
© Arindam Dey