by the fire!!
Sitting by the fire, before to bed we retire
We decided to relate the stories old and errie
By the night which was turning cold and dark
The stories ghostly were related all in turns
The unknown man we met at the woods, who lost his way
It was now his face we turned to relate a scary tale
At first he was hesitant and almost shy to speak
But soon motivations flowed and he made a speech
On a similar night like this but with rain and thunderbolts
In a cold, dark dingy cabin lived a gravedigger old
His looks were lanky, his eyes were blank and dim
As if graves in his eyes had buried the dead therein
The night was ghastly and passersby were not many
He pulled his axe and instruments to dig the last grave in
The graveyard was behind his cabin whereto he walked
Suddenly a strange happening made him stand in shock
The grave in which a young man lay buried
Was open with coffin half closed near it
Vicious thoughts crossed his mind as he moved to see
No sooner he touched the coffin there was a woeful scream
He turned to look whose cry it could be
Through the graves to the distant woods
He saw a man clinging to an old banyan tree
His tattered clothes and blistered face, lightening did visible make
The grave digger beckoned and made the gestures right
But that man kept screaming as thunderstorm made him fright
The coffin was creaking as the wind was terribly blowing
So the gravedigger bent and started slowly opening
To his shock the deadbody was gone and the coffin was empty
He pulled the coffin and moved towards the man by the banyan tree
As he approached him, he screamed more wildly
The moment the gravedigger stopped, the screams were silently lost
The more he walked the distance increased
Atlast he realized the banyan tree he couldn't reach
He pulled his lantern up to see that screaming man
Only to discover he was the one who was buried in that opened grave
The thunder and lightening grew stronger and wilder
Fright had not gripped this bold gravedigger ever
He knew not which way to go as his mind was swallowed
Now the thoughts of ghosts and spirits griped his mind and he fainted out of fright
In the morning when he woke at the call of unknown words that people around him spoke
He realized that the scary night had passed and fear was over
He looked towards his shabby cabin and tried to get in there
No one uttered a word to him as he slowly made his way homeward
From the window of his cabin he saw a priest near a grave
Last prayer of mercy for the dead he made
He lifted the shed to get a better view of who lay in the coffin new
But to his dismay the mud had made its way and covered that grave
Lost in woods, the gravedigger never could get back on his foot
Unable to eat as his hunger died that night because of fright
Finally he thought he would fly his way to the woods
And to his shock he could fly from tree to tree which made him really happy
The people listening this young man's story
Showed disbelief at his flying story
Inorder to prove them wrong he slowly moved
And then flew his way to the distant woods
Do
Thu 14th Feb 2019 16:49
Yea, the poem is sccary....while i was writing, i felt scared of my own thoughts.....but dear Po.....i'm sure, 'ts not that scary for you....hahaha.
Thank you for your motivation, it's a silly contribution to the halt before the onward journey to the temple.....do you remember.😉