The Incomplete Vengeance Poem by Nishi Kumari

It was 29th of February, an unusual night
He was having his dinner alone in the
candle light
The clock ticks 12 together with the door
bell
He realised the bell played a melancholic
music
He frowned a bit but ignored and went down
to open the door
The door wide open and stood there she,
in dark marron veil with golden embroidery
Fair like milk with the verdant vermilion
covering her tan brown hair
Stood he by the side as if hypnotized by
her deep black eyes submerging a sea of
secrets
She walked in quiet without a word with
her bridal dress sweeping the floor
Her bangles and anklets rhythmical as she
moved
His heart pounding fast with no idea of
what was happening
He asked with an unknown fear 'Are you
alright? '
She sitting on his chair gave him a glance
shifting her chin a little conveyed
nothing
He went and sat beside her and saw a huge
drop of tear plucked through the corner of
her left eye
Calmly he put his hand over her plam and
drew back immediately as they were snow
cold
Offered he then some water like a polite
friend
But moved she not an inch with her tears
continued dripping down
He realised it had started to rain heavily
when all of a sudden she took her steps
out
She walked the lanes in the dark moonlit
night
covered with sparks and thunders
He followed her religiously like being
swayed away with no other choice
Her jewellery broke one by one as she
travelled
He kept walking like a victim with no
chains captured from the soul
Stopped she by a gaint banyan tree and
turned to him
Her eyes glittering and tears had turned
into blood
His nerves freeze with the tremulous fear,
he fainted
Ripped the witch his heart and drenched in
his blood
'You left me lonely to suffer that 29th',
she shouted
'And I kept craving for you for these
years'
'My vengeance is yet not fulfilled, l will
Keep coming back forever'
Then she vanished in the thin air like
nothing happened ever...