When the skies are dark, clouds are light..
Stars shimmering, my eyes in delight..
A rush of breeze blowing off the leaves.
Amongst the trees, an old lady weeps
The howling sounds , breeze pass meadows,
Nearer we go, we see she looks like a widow..
Below the dark woods, she appears so white..
Inside ,We all realize , something isn’t right..
Suddenly a strange silence strikes the night,
Dressed in white gown, eyes deadly bright..
jumps and limps reckless towards a tree..
Climbs up like lizard and hops like a flea..
Pale and white, we run for the shade..
We realize she’s return from the dead..
” Wait… Wait..for me” she shrieks..
We weren’t ready to fall for her tricks..
” Its my forest, my wood, my home, my grave
You dare trespass here, U’r blood’s that I crave..
Run.. where you want, You know you cant hide..
you’ll find me running , right by your side”
Our hearts pounding, too cold to sweat..
Her shreiking voice still says ” Wait..wait”
We were no different than the dead..
The Fear making us white and red..
All of a sudden, we see a golden ball..
Rising to the sky, the darkness fall..
” Trrrrrinnnng…. Trrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiinggg”
Uff.. the Alarm, thought it was a Call..
Poem by -Sujit Shrestha