Then I picked the phone,
Dialed the call to my old self
Who was lost in the fog
Of time and calamity.
But after a few rings
He picked the call up and
Threw a very difficult quaere
At his very first shot,
"How is it going without me?".
After a couple of seconds I replied,
"It's like drowned undersea".
So he laughed aloud
And with a tactful instance
Made me realise that
What I'm missing now
Is my old persistence.

- Arif Iqbal Islam