Wrong Number by Monobina Nath

Wrong Number

Doubts and alarm
That's all I have
Rolling eyes
On the landline. 

Past is dialing, 
Future where I'm now-
Receiving wrong numbers
Every afternoon.

Reeling calendar
In Lavender town-
A huge graveyard
Of tomb bloom flowers.

My woes have tones
Of nausea and calls
Of coming
And outgoing

Several times 
At my den-
That I called to myself,
But keep silent.


Bio: Monobina Nath is a poetess living in Kolkata, India. Her poems published in anthology- Chrysanthemum, International Times, Meghalaya Times, The Woman Inc., Indian Periodical, Eve Poetry, Setu Bilingual, Caesura Journal, Innsaei Journal, Inkpantry, TechTouch Talk, Spillwords Press, StoryMirror, Hashtagnofilter, collection of poems in Ode to a Poetess and many other places. She got selected in National Bilingual Poetry Competition in 2021. Her forthcoming work will be in an anthology Poetry Unites.