A Dark And Dreary Night Poem by shona sengupta

I, I don't believe in ghosts
But that dreary night
I tried with all my might
Not to believe what I saw...........
........... a ghost
My elderly host had tried very hard
And found a cottage by the coast at last
But I didn't mind staying there
Even when stories of ghastly ghosts I heard
And so well did I boast
Nothing for dinner so I finally roasted a toast
But the ghost.........................
I shut the door of my room
And stepped into the doom
Who did I see...?
I saw my very host
Sweetly accompanied by her I slept peacefully all night
But... in the morning bright...
She was not there!
When I told this to our neighbour,
She laughed and with a glint of sorrow in her eyes,
She said, 'Dear you must be dreaming.'
Beaming at me, she told me that my host no longer lived!
She died a year ago,
Was, was it a ghost?
Right, that was the dark and dreary night......

- Aparimita Das