A Call To My Past

By Disha Nischal

The call booth asks -

Yes, ma'am. Who do you want to call, and what do you want to tell them?

"To all the hands I held before.

To all the promises I made ashore.

To all those evergreen wishes 'so good'.

On all the beautiful ground, I stood.

Cheer to all the books I read.

A reminder of all the words, I said.

A replay of all the songs I heard.

Oh! and those PJs, so absurd.

Tell them, I miss them,

that I regret.

Tell them I moved on,

But I'll never forget.

Plead them to come back.

Ask life to return.

For, fame is just glory,

which smiles when you burn.

To all the friends I made that time.

To all my poems 'struggling to rhyme'

To all the presents I opened with joy.

To that one, exceptionally caring boy.

To all the silly photos I took.

To that past' messy' failed cook.

To all the funny faces I made,

those ravishing memories have started to fade.

By Disha Nischal