Passing through the market
Something weird I saw..
Not the shaven Hercules
Not even the crow that can’t caw.
A house stood silently
At the corner of the street..
Questions did strike my brain but
No one was there to entreat.
My interest was created
To grasp information about it..
Mainly the sylvan window
Visible only a little bit.
The window seemed haunting
‘Cause of some odd sketch it hold..
Due to black in color
The sketch made it very bold.
I moved a bit ahead
To gather few of the information..
My interest deepen in it
With public’s interpretation.
As I moved towards the house
In order to open the gate..
A lady shouted from the back
Seemed to have a high weight.
She hurried to reach me
Told me, ‘with black magic
The house is enchanted,
Going in, will cause some tragic.’
At first I hesitated but then
I ignored and moved on..
In this time of transition
The fat lady was gone.
The wooden main door
Stood with a model of galley..
I entered the house
And passed through the alley.
I felt myself as a journalist
Forced by myself in abyss..
At the end of my way
I found a plant of tris.
As I was about to step
On the marbled staircase..
I heard some voice then
I peeped and saw a face.
I was clear that few corrupted people
Haunted this place with their tricks..
Made people frightened and
Laid the enchanting bricks.
Bio :
Kamna Singh is a graduate in English Language. She is a bilingual poetess. Her poems has been published in many books and she has also contributed in the World Book of Records (London) for the official attempt of 1111 poets.