In the stormy night,
I saw a stranger
In front of me,
He was veiled with a black cloth,
I asked him,
'Who are you? '
He answered me in a gruff voice,
'I am a dead warrior, '
Being terribly afraid,
I tried hard to flee,
But in vain,
My legs were strictly glued to the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A wonderful and interesting poem with a story that evokes fear. Well expressed with great images.