• anighosh 6w

    Curse of Blessings

    The phone ringing away,
    Painfully cutting through the heart of gloom,
    It was dialled hoping against hope,
    Yet declined with the grace of ingratitude.

    Messages pinged away,
    Blissfully unaware of the ignorance,
    No time was the reason given,
    But no interest was the reason true.

    Finally one day they did stop,
    Breathing a sigh of relief he relaxed.

    Little did he know that this stop was permanent,
    Death- of flesh is never meant.