The old banyan tree
One eerie night, when the moon was out
I saw a figure clad in black
Just streaking past
I wondered aloud, who could it be?
At this odd hour of the night?
It could be a beggar or a thief
Or perhaps it might be a ghost
Feeling brave at that moment
I decided to check it out
Armed with a knife
And a torch that was mine
I slowly got out through the back door
The night was dark and silent
And the shadows were playing tricks on me
I then saw
A figure slowly drifting away...
I ran after him jumping and shouting
But it did not seem to bother him
He reached an old banyan tree
And there he suddenly disappeared
Could it be, just could it be
The ghost of the old banyan tree?
Siji Rachael Tom, IX
Bangalore: Kendriya Vidyalaya, Malleshwaram.
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