The Story Of The Witch Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

She kills in disguise
As a witch in the streets
Roaming in the night
With fire in her eyes
And a dagger in hands

She shrieks when she
Likes to talk and sing
Song from her blood
That she had drunk, of
The grazing cattle of the
Farm dozing in darkness

And grandpa‘s story
Ends when she falls in
To a well while chasing
Grandpa's grandpa in
A moonless night

The moon is reflected
Half-cut in sleep laden
Eyes as I hold grandpa
Tight in my small arms