In a calm moonless night,
What these things are smoldering bright?
Their legs are at the branches,
Heads to the ground‐side. 4
A lonely traveler wondering Corbett at night.
He doesn’t know the rules and right!
He finds a crack on the forest’s floor.
He seeks to get the last secret door. 8
Nocturnal, hungry, waiting for their prey,
They have potent sense of gray.
When the living world dies in sleep?
They predict their violent chant in grief. 12
Top-ghetto inside the darkest cave,
The front path points to an ancient grave.
The lonely traveler discovers an unknown land,
Long he walked has no idea, thrills! 16
The cave is extremely two-faced,
Cobra protect the entire surface,
The blood‐suckers rush towards the same,
The deadlock traveler becomes their prey. 20
**Tis is one of my early poems written on 24 August, 2007. I was reading Bram Stoker, Mary Shelley kind of stuffs. The theme utterly comes in my mind is creatively dark, cruel and horrific. I don’t know you guys will like it!