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Dec 2021
(Continued from 7/9)

He felt in his heart
new inspiration
and ran faster
to reach the stairs
of the right house.

Gary remembered,
in many occasions,
he used to climb up to the
top of the old lighthouse,
from where he could see
the entire landscape,
the sea, the meadow,
the mountain
and his small township.

Those stars were
very familiar to him,
so he could climb faster-
thus the wicked witch
tried hard.

But, as he believed in his heart-
when he reached the almost
the top of the lighthouse,
his feet did not slide
but, the wicked witch’s-
and he saw from the top,
the wicked witch to fall.

Continued….
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Hakikur Rahman
Written by
Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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