My phone rings
not a time
many a time
a convenience thereto
the number being reflected
I rush to pick the call
the ring stops
I look at the number
seems to be very familiar
last, I know the caller
who calls me when in need
else, never calls
not even to be courteous
such a pretext I do hate
such an action is hard to rate
most are similar
become familiar
when they require
otherwise, keep away
a clever
ness they feel
I think in a variant
it is absolute deceit
worse than a steal.
Meenas Poems 