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Mystery Shrouds.

KNow not what so ever.

There was no response to the knock,

The house was  silent and dark,

There was no   move   what so ever,

Enumerating a silence moreover.



Gazing through the window

Saw a  hovering shadow,

Moving stealthily below,

The thundering bellow.




Rains lashed the  roof,

Lightening gave a severe hoof,

There appeared to be a proof ,

Of activity  in  aloof.



The presence of  life was there,

No not why  it bear?

Such a mysterious  fare,

Locking up in a confounded spare.










By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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