You don’t have any idea, how the hell it feels.
Having thousands of ring tones buzzing around,
Kill all my desires and dreams.
I was the only hero of their lives.
Until you become common, and threatened me to thrive.
Your ringtone is not less than a death song to me,
And thus I declare you my wildest enemy.
There were days of my name and fame,
And you take the calls as if it is a game.
Sometimes I feel like killing you, but then I see each one around holding you.
I get utterly disturbed, when they say holding me-” Call me on my mobile oh stupid you!”.
It hurts, it aches, your every tone almost kills me inside.
Yes I am calling, your own Landline. 😦