Horror

One night I suddenly woke up,

Listening sound of tinkling anklets,

Come out of my room on the roof

Of lonely house near the pond,

Several wells built on the bank,

One well on the way of my house,

Some trees standing near the well,

Looking black in silver light of moon,

I caught sight of a woman walking,

Slowly near the bank, wearing ghagra,

Chunari and heavy anklet tinkling

Loudly, then sit down on the bank

Of pond, her feet buried in water,

Then she stood and started coming,

Toward me slowly and slowly,

In hazy moon light, I glanced

Her near the window, then

She soon disappeared,

The horror haunted me,

Again, and again that she

Was a woman ghost entered,

Into my house, I was horrified,

Sweat dripping from my forehead,

Shivering with fear called 

My mother loudly.