By Tanishka Ujawane
The shadows of past,
Creeped into my present;
They haunted me,
Ghosted me,
Just the way I had.
The ghastly terror,
The fumbling fear,
Trembling my steps at mention,
A sudden increase in the atmospheric tension.
By Tanishka Ujawane
Nice 👍
A little incomplete. But I must agree nice work. And thanks as it helped me in my school project
Beutiful poem ❤️
Good work.