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It crept over the walls like a blur,

As black as white is a swan's fur.

It seemed to hover in the distance,

Upon the garden, along the fence.

It was like a nightmare alright,

But i was scared, stuck in fright.

I gathered my guts and ran,

with wind sweeping my face like a fan,

Only to realise it was a ghost,

The figure I feared the most.

Then I opened my eyes and gasped,

realising that the night wasn't as bad.

-- Pulkit Kriplani

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I am Pulkit, the owner of this blog, a miserable soul who plans to do a lot in his life. I am a great poet(no lies). I want to be an Eminent writer for my future, leading a successful life in America, well at present m only 13 years... old... well thats enough for my introduction.... i need to focus more on the blog not me.