Misconceptions
In my preteens,
I was nervy to go in the dark.
The folklore tales imprinted
that evil spirits would roam at nights.
when I heard the wonted gruff noises like
chirping of crickets,
rustling of leaves,
flapping of wings,
and whimper of dogs,
I was terror stricken.
They made me believe the acts of diabolic.
But now, when I remember my childhood fears,
I feel shy for my silly and nonsensical thoughts
because those are the lovely imagery of my poems.
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