It was an horrific day in her life
She narrated what she had seen at midnight
I was not sure about it at first
Whether it was a nightmare or night event
It was really a surrealistic one
I too had to believe later that it was real
As I could see some traces of it
Some fingerprints were left on the mud
She held her hand tight on my wrist
Whispering 'don't move'
Then I could feel the shiver of her hand
Trembling fastly
She was panic then
She put her trust on me
As I was the only one to stand with her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem