Saturday 13 January 2018

# Writing poem at 2:00 am
Blustery winds,
Thunder and rain,
In the middle of the night,
The darkest sky
roaring continuously
In the middle of the night,
The lightning strikes
Against the dark
In the middle of the night,
I woke up
by this terror
In the middle of the night.

-Pratik Karanjkar.