Just 14 Poem by Indranil Bit

Just 14



Two small figures jumping around,
My little untamed garden haze.
On new moon night and not a light,
They are out to fear the fright.
A howling is heard from distant par,
A creepy congress of untamed fear.
I silently wrap a bedsheet white,
And crawl on the garden floor.
Catch them both like a prey,
And levy their cry in fear n shy.
They were out to defy the ghosts,
And a ghost bigger catch them both.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,play
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