The Nightmare


The lonely platform whispers something

A damsel in white cloak suddenly fades into darkness

You hear an unearthly tune into your ears

Feel a mystic hand at your back

No one except nothingness is there to respond

A feeling of awe and terror multiplies the dreariness

The haunted house petrifies you with its repulsive voice

The Sun isn’t going to rise for you tomorrow

You have no option but to await deadly suspense

You wail, You shriek, You cry

Someone holds your hand


Manjish Ray

I am a student I try to express myself through my pen.

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