Walking On the Street
After dinner I was just walking on the street,
Suddenly behind me I heard sound of someone's walking feet.
It was 10 at night,
And around me I felt that evrything wasn't right.
My inner soul said that " turn around and whose there take a look ",
But my foot ignored it and another step forward it took.
Suddenly the atmosphere was also a different dish making,
And the trees around were thunderously shaking.
I was really shivering though it was not very cold,
But I motivated myself by remembering a thing that to me was told,
That in such a situation we should always be bold.
On my skin goosebumps I found,
But I took the name of god and turned around.
But fortunately only a few number of wards I could see,
And " where I am " came a voice from me.
I continued wondering that: I am where?
Suddenly I realised that I was just reading a book named " a place called here !"
I understood that I was just reading a big tale,
But of fear my face was still pale.
I thanked god and the sweat generated due to the fear I swept,
And again in the horror of the story I slept.
Suddenly behind me I heard sound of someone's walking feet.
It was 10 at night,
And around me I felt that evrything wasn't right.
My inner soul said that " turn around and whose there take a look ",
But my foot ignored it and another step forward it took.
Suddenly the atmosphere was also a different dish making,
And the trees around were thunderously shaking.
I was really shivering though it was not very cold,
But I motivated myself by remembering a thing that to me was told,
That in such a situation we should always be bold.
On my skin goosebumps I found,
But I took the name of god and turned around.
But fortunately only a few number of wards I could see,
And " where I am " came a voice from me.
I continued wondering that: I am where?
Suddenly I realised that I was just reading a book named " a place called here !"
I understood that I was just reading a big tale,
But of fear my face was still pale.
I thanked god and the sweat generated due to the fear I swept,
And again in the horror of the story I slept.