Spooky Limericks!

A bold constable patrolled alone one night

Upon a man sitting on a grave, fell his sight

‘Why here? He asked in whim

“Actually it’s too hot within!!”

The constable, all pale, just ran and ran in fright!

Once a boy longed to visit the high hillside

“Never, it’s haunted” his mother did chide

Still he went, and saw a man too lost

Boy asked “does here roam a ghost?”

Said he “How would I know? A decade back I died!

A 'limerick' is a style of poetry, with five lines and a strict rhyme scheme AABBA. These poems generally have a humorous intent. The first, second and fifth lines are usually longer than the third and fourth. 

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WOW: Being Watched!

Yay!!! It's now a WOW post!

'One Thing They Didn’t Know That They Were Being Watched'   

All the arguments as if became pointless, the tough decision disallowed appeals to reach those standing inside the gate. ‘Thump’! With a loud bang, the curly haired man threw old hold all and trunk out. The neighbors, a curious and loyal audience to the family drama, now quietly waited for the climax.

Despite pleadings and curses, the two feeble bodies were given a push. Sitting outside, they did say something with watery eyes and quivering lips but those on the other side, did not know that language so, the conversation was snapped. 

Inside, quite relieved of the garbage, they heaped on the sofa. One thing they didn’t know that they were being watched carefully by a light-eyed eight year old boy from that high round window; one that stood as a witness to the same drama played by those outside the gate, some three decades back, when a curly haired child saw all that, through it, carefully…

This post (fiction) is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. We give out creative writing topics each weekend for Indian bloggers.

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