Shades of little light leaves.
Blowing winds lit up fire flies at night.
Turning to the darkness of Netherlands.
Emerging fear from the evil world.
Anxiety of sadness surrounded me.
I don’t know how to console it.
A lovely lullaby of rivers grab my attention.
A gaze of Mother hood forced me to lay down the comfortable wetted grassy couch.
A beautiful nightmare comes true.
Underworld gangster might be threatened someone by the guns.
A little goosebumps strikes towards the darkened coldness.
The Thugs were thefting and stepped into the darkness phase.
A divine and dreadful night attracts the beauty of motherhood.
BY-HARSHITA PANDEY