Waiting I was this far, <br />Waiting for your call, <br />Waiting to hear you in my heart, <br />Waiting to be heard that bad; <br /> <br />The ring tone breaks the silence at last <br />You tell me you were busy fast; <br />You tell me you would again call <br />And hang up my dreams that rung so far... <br /> <br />Busy? No; I know you are <br />Pretending busy, to dismiss me fast; <br />Busy not, to respond to the readiness <br />That rings so loud inside my heart... <br /> <br />Let me remain, let come your call; <br />But amidst memories raining hard, <br />Let me wring out the scorching pain <br />That soaks up heavy inside my heart... <br /> <br />April 10th 2009<br /><br />Kesav Venkat Easwaran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wringing-out-a-tone/
