A narrow path up a small hillock
Trees on both sides , tall and green.
A small riverlet flowing on one side
The water is cold and sparkling clean
On reaching the top , we come to a small house
With lovely plants in its garden
Bearing colourful flowers dancing to the wind
Is there anyone inside, we wonder.
We go further the pathway leading to the house
There is no door, whats the use of bell ?
We knock on the wall thinking it should bring the owner
And wait for some time , being well mannered
We are still waiting , while there is a cry from inside
A small girl , we think, she might have seen us
But still no one comes out, that makes us curious
Waiting no more , we venture inside
The house smells of an enchanting fragrance
Once inside , we feel we are in a Bliss
There is a small girl all curly and cute
A small dog by her side, stares at us mute
I ask her whats her name ?
She smiles and says "Dont know".
The dog looks at us, but doesn't bark
I then woke up - it was still dark.
-prashanth rajarao
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