This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 37; the thirty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "Truth is stranger than fiction"
Dark Cloudy Night
It was a dark cloudy night,
When the moon was out of sight,
Towards home I was walking alone,
On an empty road between green zone,
Suddenly in that cold breeze,
hearing sound of anklets,I seize,
A woman in black saree ahead of me,
with long plaits like a snake,moving slowly,
She glanced at me with a smile,
I followed her to have her profile,
When we reached a deserted place,
she called me and ended the chase,
Pulled me close and looked in to my eyes,
I was in heaven for being her choice,
Moved finger with long nails on my face,
It's not love,I realize,but a different case,
Her curved back feet created such doubt,
I ran in a moment, unable to shout,
Really, truth is stranger than fiction,
This incident was enough for my perspiration,
With whom I started dreaming my whole life, Was thirsty for blood,having teeth as sharp as knife.
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