The clock struck Six
It was time to make a Call
I was in a Fix
To get up or sleep off
A minute later I call
Only to hear a busy (dnd) tone
I don't give up and give another haul
This time it's the voice not unknown
'Haan Sid!' I hear
'Wake up, it's Six!' I say
Ten mins later a chime I hear
7:10 is what is Instagram says
We walk, We skip
We talk, We laugh
That's our typical trip
Which leaves us with pain in calf
Some of my older Poems -
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