Your call,
Brings the end of my waiting
The counting of those every second
Synchronizes my heart’s beating
Every instance that I could imagine
Every feeling my heart could hold
A single call from your side
Turns my love manifold
It’s your call
My blind conscience says
Whenever that blessed phone rings
Either in the night or through the days
I rush somehow to get hold of it
Before the ceaseless ringing could stop
And if it’s not a call from your side
I couldn’t resist my tears to drop
Your call,
Could turn all grieves into happiness
The moment I hear your subtle soft voice
Full of innocence or immense shyness
I pray to God
That may this call never end again
As a single call from your side
Heals my grieves and all the pain
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