A Call At Midnight Poem by Sanjib Das
A Call At Midnight
I heard a call at midnight,
Being frightened, I pressed my pillow tight.
Again the voice called me by name,
I considered the ghost or the same.
The voice came near and near,
In my mind, I felt fear.
Suddenly, someone knocked at the door,
I became frightened more.
The door had been broken,
I was shaken.
Two hands embraced me affectionately,
I accepted it dearly.
I awoke from my dream with a feeling,
I found myself below my bed in the morning.
this is a lovly piece i do like it keep up the good work an thanks for shearing lisa bray +10
well i dont know this is in a way bit like a scene from a thriller.. but last part is sort of humerous though.. this is any case this is an entertaining piece indeed...thanks for this one with love shan
I must say... it's a very different write... Liked this piece of write.. :)
It is nice to see below the below......... hahaha....... is the dream come true Oh! God! what will happen......... I enjoyed yur writing..........
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4/19/2024 11:41:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wowwwwwwwww so you got scared and hid below your bed im laughing imagining Sanjib kissing the ghost very hilarious -10 anjali