A Haunted House
Poet: HUSSAINQIDWAI
By: hussain qidwai, karachi
The Car Was Running In A Gear
As A Suddenly Haunted House Was Near
In Car This Group Have’nt Any Fear
Accept The Manner Os To Take Care
When The Car’s Bumper Stuck Into Tree
The Passengers Think That Tree Had Broken And Free
There Were Two Girls And Three Boys
They Were Making An Sopphisticated Noise
The Car Was Stop And The Group Made A Rush
They Stand Horrifiedly Stand Like A Brush
When This Group Exicetly Pen The Door’s House
Its Make The Ran Of Bats And Mouse
They Could See A Man Wearing A Cap
Like An Rope Of Cloth Happen To Be Rap
The Two Girls Said We Would Only Be Here
You Three Boys Rush To Get And See Man Near
The Cap Man Was Standing Hold A Cigerate
Three Boy’s Blood Get Cold And Refrigerate
At The Back The Girl’s Gazing Him With Pushing
The Door Where The Enter Had Got Folding
All Surround Made Like A Creepy Black World
There Were No Ways To Go Because There Deeds
