This is the first poem I’ve written in my life. I had written this poem when I was in seventh standard. I know that it’s quite simple and may appear silly. Even though ........ here it is.............. ********************************************************************** A Harrowing Feeling *************** It was a dark windy night, When I was walking and walking on, No one and nothing came before my sight, So fast I was walking that all my fears had gone. I was not jaded to stop, As I was going to meet someone dear, But I was in a great hurry and started to gallop, I was to meet my own waiting fair mother. She would be waiting for me singing elegy with a harp, Though very far I was from her, Was able to hear singing her very sharp, Her sound seemed to me very near. I was walking and walking on, To find her singing alone on the lawn.
