The Inexplicable Problem

After a traumatic work day
Going back to my humble home
A familiar cry reaches the ear
Oh! It’s the sound of my mobile phone

“Who could this be”? I questioned
It’s a call from a private number
“Its I… I’ll call you…” was all she said
But the voice was far too familiar

Though it wasn’t a normal flash
The voice produced too many pictures
I ran my memory in a speedy form
But none matches such eloquent features

Whose fault then was it?
Mine! Or that of the caller
Was it the network coverage?
Or that of the moving car

Had I known, would have trekked home
No! Jumped out of the car in motion
If only she wouldn’t call me back
Wouldn’t have been in this commotion

Though it gives me great thought
And lots of funny inspiration to write
That was the longest suspense of all
My ceiling had a million sheets that night

Could this be the caller’s intention?
To know the state of my patience
But if a vital message is to be passed
Then why this inconsequential suspense

But whatever this is
Chaos is the state of my mind
I wait meticulously for her call again
If only this poem she would find

Written By: Caleb A. O.

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