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SEED OF FEAR

        I was very fond of my Grandma
          who was a nice story teller
            cum an expert tailor..
          She was always nice to me,
            never rude,
      All my dresses in my childhood 
      were stiched by her with wonderful skill.

          She made red frock and red cap
             for my fifth birthday 
           and bought red socks and red shoes.
                  She kissed to my forehead
          and told " Dear you are looking so pretty 
                     like Red  Riding Hood '

        She began to  narrate the story of Red Riding Hood.
         The start of the story was too good
          touching my heart.
          I was listening in cheerful mood.
         Little Red Riding Hood was going 
           to visit her grandma .
           
         I was eager to follow putting myself
            in place of Red Riding Hood.
            She met the wolf 
             in guise of Grandma.
              At the end as wolf
                in its form howled -
                  seed of fear is sown.
               Suddenly I became scared of my Grandma 
               and shouted.

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