The Night of Shrieks

I was paving towards the old banyan tree Where the moonlight was cursed To these solitary paths my heart was unversed Fear embraced and didn`t let me go free. The hanging roots were a witch`s hair The mournful leaves tickled my hands And my legs ran errands The scene created looked rare Then when I touched the expressive stem I was pushed to a brightly lit place Where every creature dazzled with grace And worn a crown of an innocent gem. Still a found a love in their heart No stains of selfishness I found With joy and glee I was bound An unearthly place I found just few metres apart. I murmured," Where the hell I am, in dark beams?" A voice replied,"Its a place where you stepped at your will recently And you will leave soon and with a smile,decently Its a world you weave, its your creativity, its a world of dreams".