For the umpteenth time
she called him up
the king of slumber
the man of her dreams
she told him clearly
‘this is no dream
hey you, call up
before nightmares ensue’
he just turned the other side
and between a snore or two
he cried
honey, its quarantine
can you just shut up
the world is not going anywhere
neither am I
you know how rarely I wake up!
so chill, just chill!
after she had walked up and down
the hall of life
a decade or half
she sent a reminder
and he said
‘Gosh, you are so much older
besides there are chicks dime a dozen
far too younger
do you think I have lost my mind
to hook up a woman your size
much less your age’
She called up the last guy
who sent her a card
‘I am coming, bag and barrel’
Didn’t even ask if he cared
Coz she had realized
there were souls too many
too lonely and cold
a bit of warmth
spoiled none so ever
between winter and the spring
a new chapter added to a random life
PS:Movers and shakers!
