Rahul Aithal

Rookie (25th Jan 1967 / Mumbai - India)

Vacation - Poem by Rahul Aithal

It was a summer break,
few of my friends decided,
to go fishing in a lake,
and so I was invited.

Like a bird out of cage,
carefree and not shy,
I packed my baggage,
and said goodbye.

After a long journey down the road,
Finally we reached our holiday abode.

The night was dark,
but for a single star,
the cottage looked stark,
and lonely from afar.

Hungry but exhausted,
gloomy and cold,
we ate and rested,
with beds unrolled.

Well into the night,
still tired and sleepy,
heard a sound so light,
made us feel creepy.

Noise of scratching window,
woke us from our sleep,
rustling sounds down below,
and a boy began to weep.

Suddenly the skies burst open,
heavy showers joined the fun,
followed by thunder and lightning,
leaving us boys trembling.

Holding each other,
running pillar to post,
screaming at one other,
imagining a ghost.

Rain pouring,
River roaring,
wind whistling,
We slept shivering.

Next day was a big surprise,
as we woke early up to see sun rise.
Bright and sunny, balmy day,
leaving the night of horror far away.

Gone was the nightmare of fears,
we ran up to the stream.
unpacking our fishing gears,
was like a real sweet dream.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009



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