Natasha Sequeira
#AZatPP #day4 #LetterD
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Darkness befell the manor,
A shrill scream reverberated from within.
She stealthily made her way on all fours
Notwithstanding the din.
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Puffing, grunting, sweating she moved on.
Hands outstretched, yet she bumped into a wall.
‘Darn it’, thought she, ‘Where has the cookie-tin gone?’
‘Curses on the power cut and nightfall.’
Pic credit: Unsplash: Cherry Laithang
Natasha… This is too good… I expected something grippy as I read the first few lines… And finally got a cookie tin.. 💚💚
So happy that you liked it, Kriti! Thanks.💚💚💚💚
Wow! I was expecting a real dark poem.
But not from Natasha.
Haha! Sarita M’am. You know me all too well. Thanks for reading and commenting.💚
Ah! So this is what poetry with a twist looks like. Beautifully crafted. 💚💚💚
Thanks Moonmoon. So happy you enjoyed it.💚💚💚
Woww! That was a twist – so well written poem Natasha.
Thanks Nitika.Glad you enjoyed the poem:)
Haha, so cute! The things we do for a cookie!
Thanks Sheetal. Hehe sometimes one needs cookie more than anything else.💚💚
Thanks Nitika.Glad you enjoyed the poem:)
Hello word weaver💚😍😍😍
Hats off girl! You’re amazing💚
So are you Sonali dear..thanks