Waiting I was this far,
Waiting for your call,
Waiting to hear you in my heart,
Waiting to be heard that bad;

The ring tone breaks the silence at last
You tell me you were busy fast;
You tell me you would again call
And hang up my dreams that rung so far...

Busy? No; I know you are
Pretending busy, to dismiss me fast;
Busy not, to respond to the readiness
That rings so loud inside my heart...

Let me remain, let come your call;
But amidst memories raining hard,
Let me wring out the scorching pain
That soaks up heavy inside my heart...

April 10th 2009

Kesav Venkat Easwaran

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wringing-out-a-tone/