Just when he was about
To be lowered to the grave,
The dead man stood up
Causing the small gathering
To flutter.
Glaring at the pale faces
He screamed before falling
Down on his face; ' make a pyre
And set me on fire. Don't you know
That I am claustrophobic?'
5 comments:
Arun, you wake up quite rarely these days , but brings out such fine piece.
wow! Arun, what a situation!
Anil Kurup: In fact, I hardly wake up these days, I'm just a somnambulist. Thanks a lot for your constant encouragement. It's a great pleasure to have you as a reader.
Venu Chettan: Now, I realise that all is in the situation, in the thick of events.
Scary! :P
@Sumi: Haaa…., at last I managed to scare, that too you :D
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