THE THIRD SPACE - "TELEPHONE"
Maneuvered the communication tool and tapped somewhere
Soon eerie tool started ringing and heard the voice of care
My voice, soul, heart, and compassion intensified
Birds chirped at my house balcony and insects ecstatically cried
Amid all vague precariousness of the acing mind
moving trifle wind kissed my cheeks by pacing kind
Neither your call nor falling in love with you is just
Your voice doting my name and making me feel highly robust
All unsaid feelings are forged here like a lace
This is the staggering place called the-"The third space"