All left behind..

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I was wondering
Waiting for my phone to ring
Looking at the cell at every
Tick by the hand of the clock
I was wondering
I was waiting
I was waiting for the call
My phone vibrated
I ran, I smiled and breath out
But it was a text  from the company
I controlled.....
I cursed my luck
I cursed all my deeds
I cursed myself
Even company remembered
Wishing me
But my children didn't
I was still not sad
I still had hope
The hope of receiving a call
I thought there is something
wrong with my phone
I restarted it
And waited..
Waited
And still didn't receive a
Single text or a call
I still had few hopes
I went to the technologist
Kept phone In front of him
Asked him to check
Asked him to analyze
Asked him to test
If my phone was ok
Weather incoming was on
 Every action he performed
It raised up my hopes
At last, he finally stopped
Glanced at me and said
"Uncle the phone is all OK"
That time I couldn't control
And replied -
"Then why my children don't call"
List of questions started
Swirling in my head
I was Demolished from inside
Couldn't stop my tear
Crawling down my cheeks
There and then i faced
My biggest fear
In this age when I'm all empty
I m left behind, no one
  left for showing sympathy.
-GAMINI-
The story of a father who is now all alone and waits just for a single phone call..

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