Little Boy In A Dream

Little Boy In A Dream short poem

Uploaded by Deepak Janardhan

I hear clomps through the doorway.
Are they here to take me away?
Should I scream for help? Do they care?
Or should I leave my room and dare?

What have they come in search of?
What do I have that I am scared of?
Beating loud was my heart, fear-ridden.
Blood-stained thoughts, cold and hidden.

Eyes partly open with premonition.
Shadows dance raising my suspicion.
Shovels scoop making an eerie noise.
“Its the gardener sir…”, said the voice.

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I live in Bangalore and work as a software professional for a multi-national organization. I am a writing enthusiast and a passionate photographer.
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