When I walked through the alleys
in the morning time,
I saw the black monster;
And it tried to cross the road,
I became desperate soon.
Then I saw a man with axe
And found it a bad omen.
Then I saw dog barking profusely,
I felt disappointed too.
I heard tales of,
black cat,armed man,barking dog...
But I can't find good or bad.
The tales are more to annoy,
But I came back safe through alleys.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
Monday, February 11, 2019
Told Tales
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