” A Call”

I came up with a visual poem “A Call” I wrote back in 2017
A Call
On that Sunday morning,
When the world laughs with their leisure activities
You too have received that call
From afar Distant Home,
On that morning
Just before breakfast was served
Your phone beeps
And you have received that call
From an unknown number
You have heard a Familiar voice
Quite and Quavering
You got a News
The news that nails our heart
And that call
All of a sudden, ripped us apart all at once,
Dark and Gloomy
The world began to fall and fade away
We were left dumb and numb
And you have received that call
That we Exilic brothers were born to bear
That call
which we don’t want to receive
And You have picked it,
And You bowed down to a table
Black and blind, numb and dumb
You left dead in despair
You have received that call
That,,, that,,,,, call
Which I don’t want to receive
That,,, that,,,, call
You have picked and heard 
“Your Mother Passed Away”
By: Sonsnow

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