Prakriti Shrestha
I still remember that night,
Dark and desolate,
Which forced me walk left and right
With no electricity in the town.
Cold wind
Telling ghost stories in my ears
Kindled a fire of fear in my mind.
World, lovely otherwise,
Garbed in black
Covering ghosts and aliens with shiny eyes,
Using its black magic,
Freezing my heart, and covering my skin with goosebumps,
Looked dark and unfathomable.
Suddenly power are restored and
Everything changed.
The ghosts turned into trees and
The aliens became
Cats with shiny eyes.
Fear that jammed my feet
Ran away shyly
Making me laugh at myself
And walk home.
(Prakriti Shrestha, 16, is an 11th Grader (Commerce) at Vishwa Adarsha Academy, Itahari, Sunsari.)
Beautiful.