Untold Story 8 (A Nightmare) Poem by Indranil Bit

No moon came out that night, No clouds, yet the sky was dusky,
The broken fence in the backyard, Lead to the deserted vine heap.
It housed a wild cat and no squirrels, Few hanging branches, dried, lifeless,
The wind was chilled, a tinge of cold, It whistled past the dwindling leaves.
Not a sound from a mortal was heard, Crack-crackling of presumed dryness.
The little puppy had disappeared into, I did follow her inside the creepy vine.
With no light, I could trust only senses, So I started crawling on leafy-soft floors.
When I did spot a candle stand faintly lit, A strolling gown, a headless creature.

‘Mamaa' I shouted and closed my eyes, The thing disappeared like camphor fumes.
A deep shy ran through bumping heart, I assured myself safe and began my search.
Now I heard her, barking and quenching, Dragged helplessly to some darkest nooks.
I cried out loud but of no help, amused, It seems her last day, I felt pity, couldn't act.

She licked my nose, scratched my chest, The cold of her nose smoothened my cheek,
I bumped out n hugged her, little puppy, A dreamy nightmare to lose her had just ended.