Roshni Vidyadharan
ThinkPalm Technologies
The Night
The voice of the wind chimes startled her at the stormy night
The scary ghost stories of childhood multiplied her plight
The rational thoughts of intelligent mind seemed to vanish
Thunder and Lightning seemed like a garnish
Hiding under the blanket she was five again
The logical thoughts gone in vain
The fear of the haunted mind clouded her thoughts
The terrified mind tied her soul in knots
She waited for the storm to seize
And wished for the dawn to bring her peace
Tired eyes seemed to be drooping
As she drifted into sleep weeping