It was the month of April Was in grade seventh or eighth Spending summer holidays With my mischievous cousins In my ancestral home One night making me Scary and neurotic Jingling sound of anklets Woke me from my sleep That sound climbing upstairs Nearing to our bed where Me and my cousin slept Waking her from her sleep With a fear on her face Pale with yellow and red
Moving towards us rapidly With a aim to harm us Closing our eyes tight Holding our hands together Heart beating faster like a cheetah Becoming speechless Trying to call out louder Someone to help us But was in vain to do so Came out my voice Just to reach my mother Came running to us with A fear and looking worried Hugging her with tears Running downstairs like a lightning
Narrating the nightmare In the morning to granny Heard an ancestral story About the jingling of anklets In excitement was she Annotating about Gods Walking through the streets Their legs with anklets And hands with iron chains Protecting the people from The darkness and evils Lucky are those who can Hear that Holy sound With an innocent smile Felt how lucky we are !