Nightmare

One late night at eleven thirty 

After completing the household duty

Sat on the dinning chair

Heard the anklet sound very clear. 

As all my family members 

Half way on their sleep

Ran to my bedroom with a temper 

As he came late but now snoring deep 

The pulsation of my heart quickened 

After a long time, the moment I just curled 

Alas! woke up as I was hardly stricken 

It was Hubby so; consoled

As he was answering the

(nightmare) solely

My children humorously told that it might be the dinner made dad so to be unfair.

I replied I never fear 

As practiced living with beasts mere.

It's not just the night mare 

Dragging us to scare

Its our soul we bear.

With a fiction creating fear.

(G.Sarala, Creative Writers, Chennai)