Hallucinated Vision.

The old man told me a story As if a live story it happened In the middle of a cool night In the wilderness of a farm in hill The man was lying on rough coat Made up of a rotten wooden coat There in the floor fire lit As if to protect from wild animals In the middle of the hut a wooden pillar Both sides were also pillars of support The rafters were sound enough to withstand And the particular day had a mysterious event In the middle night something happened The watcher's hut trembles in wild Slowly and steadily the man awoke From the heavy sleep and opened eyes Two eyes looking on this gentleman A farmer so brave enough to face challenges He had kept an iron stick for protection He had kept a knife for various needs And fearing an attack he took the stick The looking eyes were felt fearful to him And with his might he gave sound blow A heavy sound heard in the shed But nothing happened as the stranger disappeared It took as a mysterious appearance by him I took it as a magical realistic story Or a hallucination of the mind of the man.