Ghost Poem by gautam sharma

The Harmonium Witch


Once, I with my family went to our paternal farmhouse,
It was full of mouse.
I needed a broom,
To clean my dirty room.
Grave darkness crept over the farm,
The atmosphere was becoming warm.
My parents had already slept,
I was only left.
Suddenly, I heard an eerie sound,
As I went downstairs, I could feel myself bound.
What I saw left me in the world of horror, amazement and disbelief,
There was a piano which showed no relief.
It was working on its own,
And playing very dreary tone.
My parents were lying on the floor with bloodshed,
I cried in vain as they were dead.
I ran and made a deep moan,
But I died on the spot and there was nobody left who can mourn.



CONTRIBUTED BY:
GAUTAM KUMAR SHARMA