The night was dark, beautiful too.
I was there, but didn’t know what to do!
The wind blew gently, but my hairs were mess,
I didn’t care, I wasn’t at the Press!
The sky was black, no…no it was grey,
The bat flew high, without her prey.
The branches waved gently, with no more tears,
I smirked gently, with no ghosts or fear!
The moon scattered light, over the earth,
All of a sudden, I thanked my mom, for giving me birth!
‘You may sleep now’- Who whispered in my ear?
‘Was it my Mom, I gazed…no..no..It was my fear’!
‘You should sleep my boy’- said the shallow forest,
I yawned, agreed, ‘Yeah…my soul needs Rest!’