The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,

The darkness-veiled road,
with sounds of cricket,
The undisputed silent ambience
With flickers of cigarette,

The empty heart cries aloud,
Tears of emotion passing through,
I want you back, Cathy, shouts Heathcliff
Her burning pyre creates a smoky hue,

The death like silence,
And the stabbing memory
All turned misty in the foggy night
He miss her even in life's luxury

The grief-sticken soul
Shouts in pain
Pangs of death roaring high
Even longs to regain

He digs up her grave
In the eerie night
To hug her again and kiss the dead
Have a glimpse of beautiful sight.

The Icey lips stuck him
with a skeleton grip.
He sleept with her in the grave
scratching the letters RIP.

The ghostly dream
In an eerie night
Made me shiver
Hold my blanket tight.

I woke up to find
no dreadful fear
no Heathcilff , no Cathy
Just a literature hangover.









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