I was in my room
at the time of gloom.
May be I was taking a nap
in my mother's lap.
Then I got a dream
which was all about bloodstream.
For an hour I saw a ghastly appearance
and in between that there was no interference.
Only I know how I was feeling that time
when I heard something like chime.
I was waiting for someone's help
when there was a lot of yelp.
Honestly speaking in that dream
those spirits were supreme.
Once I thought I was in hell
where I could not even yell.
You believe or not but that was a worst experience
where I could not find any acquaintance.
Now it is becoming difficult for me to explain that sight
which happened at that night.
Luckily at right time my mom woke me up
otherwise this poem would have never develop.
©indubutola
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