Then again it returned with fear,
Followed by unseen horror mighty wind,
A monster with wide gaped canines,
Oozing the blood with hanging flesh,
Crawling with speed, wading through,
Splashing, moving on the crackling leaves,
Devouring everything that comes across,
Turing grass dry, poisoning sweet streams,
Throwing fire from its ugly fierce nostrils,
Burning the valley, withering young flowers,
Only smoke seen with deep painful cries,
‘Hush! be silent, something is outside ‘
Somebody is knocking on the door, shhhh!
And here the monster creeping, roaring,
Crawwww! Crawwww! a deadly scary cry.
Birds leaving their nests, fluttering in terror,
Owls enjoying hooting on the lone branch,
eerie sounds, whispering petrified silence.
But, Oh, I see the ray of hope, smiling,
In the dark dead night, a lovely rustic mother,
Lulling her son asleep with a sweet lullaby,
Singing, ‘The clouds will vanish, my love,
The sun will rise again to brighten the blue,
The dew will dazzle on the morning roze.
Peace and prosperity will reign again, my love.
The monster will die, peace will prevail again ”
And then it slept a sound sweet sleep.
Poem by Aftab Tariq