Poems on

Horror Fiction

a poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

A man buys a ring,
wears it in middle finger.

While taking a nap in the afternoon,
Lord Shiva addresses-
throw it away, it was taken from a corpse.

He neglects his subconscious mind.

At night he observes something.
All science fails.
He can’t explain.

The head is outside the window
but the body in his bed!
He throws the ring outside the window.