Calls Across Time"

"Calls Across Time"

The phone rings at midnight,
Half-dreaming, I answer — must be home.

They forget here the moon is working,
While their sun is still wide awake.

Poets call with drifting minds,
Business folk call chasing their bread.

Time zones stand like stubborn guards,
But our voices just climb over.

Some talk of poetry, some of prices,
Both sound warm in the dark.

Midnight or morning — it’s all the same,
When hearts and hopes travel faster than time.

GR kaviyoor 
12 08 2025
(Canada Toronto)

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