Call Of Duty

Sitting alone
Like stone

Waiting for long
Without any song
Eyes set furlong

Looking at the highway
On a beautiful day
She wanted to say
‘Please don’t go away.’

But enemies lurked like cloud.
The little time he was allowed,
With his beloved, he endowed.
He left, making her proud.
Call of duty was loud.

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Shristee Singh

Shristee Singh is a writer and a blogger by passion. She loves penning poetry and prose. Her
stories have been featured on various platforms as well as she has won 100 words stories
occasionally. She has also authored level 2 books for children on Storyweaver.

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