Telephone ringing at mid night -

Pick up, pick up,
I am ringing,
Dyeing for your voice—
A sweet -Hello,
Pick up, pick up,
I am singing,
Crying for your voice-
A sweet -Hello,

Ah! Oozy-cozy voice,
A gambling dice,
Nice and mellow,
Pick up, pick up,
Say -Hello,

Must be a fool,
Either a small kid or an old,
I am the choice palpable youth,
I have mostly used by them,
Without any rest,
Here -waste,
No taste,

A rotund and hung granny,
Came muttering—
(Must be from hell,
Burning in inferno,
At this moment of time—
Midnight!
I am not young,
I am hung,
'This invention have spoiled the teens,
And mostly used this time,
either messaging death or chat love,
I know, must be from love Bug'

Lifted the cradle and said,
Who is there and why do thunder?
Check, please check the calender,
Date has changed,

A voice- Is Freddy available?

Granny-died long back,
Do you need him?

Sorry Aunt, I made a blunder,
In fact, it's a wrong number

While her return to bed,
Granny muttered-

'Who will catch my Slumber?
Gone with the wrong number'

Aftab Alam

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorry-wrong-number-2/