My fantasy poem of fright

By Sahana Sundar

Images of my mind play and a story comes alive,

It’s Madhavan of the shaitan who orders me as I go giggling wry,

Suddenly a cobalt glow in my room comes to life,

And the soft penguin toy stands up blive,

In its most peculiar voice, the penguin goes….

Dear oh dear, let’s go quickly to Antarctica,

It’s cool and you will never be in paranoia,

I am there your daughter's toy to take care of you,

I’ll keep you in the Igloo and sing a lullaby new,

The song from its throat goes chru, chru, chru, chru,

You have a bluebird in your heart,

You have a bluebird in your heart,

Chru, chru, chru , chru… chru, chru, chru, chru

It is your muse and that’s it that makes you write,

Chru, chru, chru , chru… chru, chru, chru, chru

It is your muse and that’s it that makes you write,

And then I suddenly opened my eyes,

And saw the toy penguin next to me sleeping nice,

It’s 2.30 in the night and that’s the time your heart may go into attack right,

I hug the little penguin to my heart so tight,

And that’s how I penned down this story of fright….