Hallucinated Vision. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The old man told me a story
As if a live story it happened
In the middle of a cool night
In the wilderness of a farm in hill
The man was lying on rough coat
Made up of a rotten wooden coat
There in the floor fire lit
As if to protect from wild animals
In the middle of the hut a wooden pillar
Both sides were also pillars of support
The rafters were sound enough to withstand
And the particular day had a mysterious event
In the middle night something happened
The watcher's hut trembles in wild
Slowly and steadily the man awoke
From the heavy sleep and opened eyes
Two eyes looking on this gentleman
A farmer so brave enough to face challenges
He had kept an iron stick for protection
He had kept a knife for various needs
And fearing an attack he took the stick
The looking eyes were felt fearful to him
And with his might he gave sound blow
A heavy sound heard in the shed
But nothing happened as the stranger disappeared
It took as a mysterious appearance by him
I took it as a magical realistic story
Or a hallucination of the mind of the man.