Dark And Deep Night

There was raining,

 in the one night.

dogs were barking,

and ready to fight.

My village was surrounded,

by the dirty water.

frogs were swimming

with naughty daughter.

I was sleeping

with my mom,

without any fear.

Mom used to tell me

You are my son  

you are my dear

she used to cry

And falling the tear

She was telling me

Some story of angels

My little fingers were touching

 to the mom’s bangles. 

          

                                                       By- M.S. Nirala