Wrong Number

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***Just for a light reading, a comical incident woven in verses***

Tring – Tring, Tring – Tring, rang the phone

Tring – Tring, Tring – Tring, again he moaned

Tring – Tring, Tring – Tring, mustering all the courage

Tring – Tring, Tring – Tring, louder he roared

Stupendous mansion

Beautiful maids

Ambience of elegance

But all so lazed

Finally, the beauty hustled gently

Slowly, she answered the phone politely

“Call my wife” said the voice

“Give her the line” repeated it twice

Hesitant and puzzled responded the maid

It just can’t be done O’ dear lad

She seems so busy in her room

With her next probable groom

“Don’t disturb”, clearly says the board

How can I ignore, the lady’s word

Fretting & Fuming roared the voice

“Shoot them both” listen, you mice

If she is your lady, I am your master

Decline her words and obey my order

Hurried and haste, she brought the gun

Ear splitting BANG…rippled the weapon

Without any remorse, the maid heaved sigh

‘Master will be happy’, she thought & beamed high

Having shot them both, she returned to the phone

"Mission Accomplished Sir" said she in proud tone

"But what about the bodies that lay beside"

"Two of them – the beau and to be bride"

Prolonged pause, conceiving notions

Replied the voice, in varied motions

"Hurl them in pool, as they deserve to be so"

"Rest will be taken care listen, O loyal soul"

"But we don’t have the pool O’ Lord"

Uttered the maid with a doubt so hard

Again that silence hung in between

Shock and awe hard to lean

Trembling, heaving inquired the voice

"5565785?? uttered he twice"

Hearing the number the maid turned pale

Struggling for words her breath too staled

Frightened panic-stricken, she ran to her house

Closing all the doors, as if doom's have fallen out

Tring – Tring, Tring – Tring, rang her phone

Tring – Tring, Tring – Tring, again it spoke

Lub – Dub, Lub – Dub, sank her heart

Lub – Dub, Lub – Dub, it skipped its beat

“NOOOOO…” scared and terrified

Louder, she screamed

Throwing the phone out,

She swooned and fainted.

~ Shubh Life . . . OM Sai Ram 

© 2015 Manish Purohit (Reserved)

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