The Witch (Hungry Witch -2) Poem by Prabir Gayen

The Witch (Hungry Witch -2)

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The Witch
(Hungry Witch -2)

In the forest of dreamland
A witch lived with woven wings,
She was hungery and greedy and
had eaten many a fresh babies.

The witch was very wicked,
Weird and beautifully shabby,
Always awake with hungry tide,
Ever sickly with heart full of lust.

With her witchy power and
malignant shadow of her evil spirit,
She engulfed the entire air of the woodland,
Many birds with musical heart were found dead.

Many a beastly beast fled
with unknown fear,
The forest had become a dark desert,
Only the witch was happy
with the witchy aura of her deadly spirit.

The forest which was once an orchestra
Of heavenly music and harmony,
Now with the grace of this deadly witch,
A deep dungeon it had become,
It had become a hell with deep silence.

@Prabir Gayen
6: 35 PM/Mon/Jul,12/21.

Wednesday, July 14, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: witches
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