Dead end street

Only the two big houses were in the broad Street,               My mansion was at the dead end street meet ,                      It was covered with green creepers like sheet,                     My open heart seemed eeto miss an easy beat,                 
                                                                                                       In the street meet, there was a child's tomb,                        
No one went near it in the dark night,                               Every one passed the end of the street with zoom,         They crossed it very speed with flash light,                           
                                                                                                     The abode was large and had three courtyards          Wooden pillars were looked like huge guards,                      It's high and dark shadows made me scared,             Avoiding fear, I prayed to the family God,                       
                                                                                                Nearly forty persons were died in the home,                       
 For me, it resembled a fearful tomb,                                     Like the memorable mummies found in Rome,                        I felt like an icy cube in the white foam,                                    
                                                                                                          I ran on the varanda as fast as I could,                        Grandma had come with a lantern and I misunderstood,                                                                                               I dashed her speedy, but she withstood,                                                             
 I told my bitter experience to the neighborhood.
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