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Rating: 4.8

At the dead hour of the night
I was shaking with severe cold
It was not fever when I checked
An uncanny fear gripped my soul
The bricks of the walls of my room
Looked back at me with direful eyes
When I casually looked at them
They started to dance with funny sounds
With a bed sheet when I covered my head

In my mind that fearful moment
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Pradip Chattopadhyay 27 October 2013

laced with fine humor, with a fabulous last line!

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 26 October 2013

On the skin of your neck a persistent fear will crawl. Beautiful narration of a fearful night. Watching the wall is fearful and closing the eyes is a nightmare. Beautiful poem. Thank you.

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