Someone to call

I wish some one to call I fear my imminent fall May be days are over Where can I find cover? Do you suggest it with friends? Will they rush at the time of my end? Will they spare their precious time? I am afraid they may come sometime Whole scene passes off me like trailer How I look mean and smaller? Had I done enough for my brethren? Who do they now bother and concern? I miss them one by one They were so close and near ones I might have offended them many times They were always ready in my bad times I was bitter and always condemned They may not tell on face but always named All troubles were attributed to my handling I was not welcome at all while dealing I am left with handful of friends I have come to terms and made many amends Yet the old memory does not disappear They want it not to happen and simply fear I know their feelings but can’t do anything I repent it now for doing wrong thing They were kind enough to tolerate I would go all out to defame them and narrate This thought itself is troubling My feet are shaking and crumbling I think I may not last more I want to see them therefore I give call in wilderness and wait It is my bad luck or fate No one is by the side of my bed Food intake is stopped and artificially fed I would love to hear familiar words I fear for some harsh punishment from the lords I care for no such result after departure I want old friends by the side for sure