After closing the door
Keeping myself indoor
As it wasdrizzling
And to move out, i was unwilling
I sat down to write a poem
Thin wind was blowing
Evening was not glowing
There was no light outside
But bat's movement was wide
A bicycle along with a boy was seen
Near the vacant tree standing serene
As I started writing the poem
No breeze blowed
No bicycle was found
No boy was seen