Initially I was scared to enter that semi dark hall,
The hall of statues-
An eerie atmosphere,
The smell of ancient dresses worn by statues,
Oh my God–those wax sculptures,
Had brainwashed my mind like a jaundiced fellow,
Everyone and everything looked yellow.
Some sort of hypnotism was ruling my thoughts.
I loved the statue of Sleeping Beauty,
The tinge of real sleep on her sleeping eyes was awesome,
The magical creativity really impressed me,
Others were looking fake,but the effect on the brain was quite fazed.
Then we went down to Parliament Square,
To see the famous leaders’ sculptures.
What an amazing display of talents,
Wow, it was really magnificent.
Then we entered in the House Of Horror,
My faint heart was quivering with strange terror.
The war scene in total darkness,
Gunshots were pealing the eardrums,
Sparks and smoke of gun’s bullets.
Soldiers were running here and there with their guns,
Some were running in a row,
The noises consists of shouting and screaming,
Tankers exploding,wounded sighing and groaning with pain,
Some were dying on the battleground,
But when I came out in an open air,
I only remembered those marvellous sculptures.
My mind was full of different images of statues,
I was staring at everybody to make sure of their reality,
Were they really humans or just sculptures?
Some noticed the bewilderment of statues’ infatuation on my face,
So they pretended to be sculptures.