The music lingered,

The beat was smooth

And the paint peeled

From the dull blue walls

The cozy hammock lay by the window

And the old crank phone shriveled a tune

The crackling radio continued to sing

It sang its sorrow

And It sang its love

The trophies that lay beside this radio

Spoke about an accomplished man

The shelves were filled 

And the photos flashed

A brilliant smile from a well known man

Then suddenly the radio crackled

It caught a frequency from an unknown ground

The man on the mission

Had a few words to say

He was held captive in an unknown town

He spluttered some words

He helplessly hoped

 that the radio stationed at his very home

Would help him in his dying hope

He cried out a code

He cried out for friends

The flickering radio helplessly stared

The hammock swayed in restless fear

And the old crank phone rang out in shivers

Fatema