'Last Night' - Poem by Queeny Gona
Unlike the week days,
Took home at that late hour
Unable to catch the glimpses of way back to home:
My heart beat accelerated; the very time, the clock ticked.
Despite all these; I tried to be bold.
Oh! Thanks to the Driver:
We ran not just out of time, but even diesel!
He left for diesel;
Leaving me; all alone on the roadside in the cab.
My eyes gazed around
To track, where my journey ended up?
A timid soul, with a Brave looks
Crying out for help within:
Found an alien hanged up to the cab!
Thought; done for the Life.
A minute later, the driver appeared seeking his assistance.
God bless the Driver!
We are ready to drive home.
It’s high time: I found my siblings at the door step,
Awaiting my arrival at 12 am
The agony of DARK NIGHTS faded away with their presence.
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