Let us all keep quiet on the phone.
Phone rings no death for a change.
We count twelve ,waiting thirteen
And in love we will keep quiet too
Our love is quiet as phone speaks
No death on day breaks with birds
Freed from their cages for worms.
The early birds catch them young
While they take naps in mornings.
They are ones who our gods love.
Phones do not ring in their deaths
Nor for the internal loves,inter se.
Worms are not free of their naps.
Like birds and us, they swear love.
But no phone rings their deaths.