Simple Verse.No.5- Under A Peepal Tree

Wan and weary, In sultry heat, He walked on and on Through the dust and dirt Of the bustling street Looking for a shade. Paving his way Through by lanes At last..... Reached a quiet spot, Full of green cover. Like an Arab, Coming upon an oasis Amid the panting sterility Of the desert sands He rejoiced. It had an air, Of monastic seclusion. A mysterious charm! A sedate calm! Here he sat Under a peepal tree. Soon was lost in a reverie. What thoughts Coursed through his mind, He had no idea. But found himself in a cave And to his horror, saw A human countenance Staring at him From a dusty corner. A shriveled old man With gnarled face And projecting cheek bones Resembling a mummy Curiously preserved. But it moved Drawing closer… still closer He noticed The man’s quaint appearance- Flowing black garb, Flaming eyes, Grey wiry hair, A chain of skulls around the neck Many sinister objects around No doubt…. A necromancer……! ! Without a second glance He ran.... And again ran! What was it that he heard? The thud of a coconut falling? The barking of a dog? _ _ _ _ Now he knew It was all a dream A dream within a dream While he fell off into a snooze Sitting under the Peepal tree!