Nightmares
It is a turquoise lake oval in shape
The blue boat is almost a cylinder
Hills and fountains in the landscape
A white and gold cloud resembles her
I start rowing the boat slowly
Ripples in the water smile at me
The wind turns a little breezy
The cloud sounds a little breathy
I row up to the eastern bank
The orange of the sun fondles my face
I row down to the western flank
The cloud says, the sun I'll replace
Suddenly a lion shaped big figure
With a sparkling knife in its lifted claw
A horrific outcry of yellow anger
A violent pose to overawe
I get hysteric calling my mother
Whose voice descends into the sky
Don't panic I am driving away the monster
I woke up and saw on my hands a giant fly
January 24, 2018
Nightmares - Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2018
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