SURREAL
SURREAL
On my way back to home at night.
descent crescent Moon descended
and as a torch showed strong light,
glowing about ten feet above head.
Neither dream nor an illusion !
On my way back to home at night,
perplexed in bizarre condition,
though consciousness acted all right.
Sights dazzled ! forced to close eyes tight.
Tree at gate slapped me with long leaf
on my way back to home at night.
Wished to enter home for relief.
Surprised most being curious,
Moon now shines spreading light too bright
turning bigger ghostly gibbous
on my way back to home at night.
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2024
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