My Grandpa's Tales Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The moon peeps through my window
As it walks slowly across the dark sky
The night is dark and silent and eerie
The wind whispers softly as it passes by

Grandpa tells many a story to the
Children lying in the bed half asleep
Stories of prince and princes, demons
And monsters, of witches that weep

And I fell asleep on grandpa's lap
Fighting a war with a barbarous king
I killed him with an arrow gifted by
God and hanged his body with a string

When it is time to wake I look at
Grandpa's bed and he is not there
He has gone to fields to till the soil
Leaving the kingdom under my care