We always talk over phone when I am in professional
trouble
I just call you up or sent you a text, even sometime
a mail
You reply urgently amidst your thousand ton of work
load.
I know you are my savior in my profession.
Without thinking twice I can message you to help me
out to take right decision in wrong time.
You reply always.
To motivate me towards my work which I love the
most, you are always a phone call away.
But what if I want to share the hot summer of my
place and the leaves which has just fallen from the tree, its pain after become
alone
Or maybe it’s my recently completed novel and my
tears for the main protagonist woman of the book?
Will you hear all my madness and give me the place
and space to share my all happiness and sorrowful cry with you?
Now I want to tell you, here its monsoon now, but I can’t
enjoy it without something or may be some one.
I want to sing my favorite song with you only. I
want to hear the MaghMallar while touching your finger.
Here its dark cloud in sky, I am sending the letter
through ‘Megh dutaam’ to you
