The attic.

The attic.

There was an attic
on the roof top of our next house.
In my childhood days,I thought it was haunted,
and made me little bit maniac.

There was a big palm tree
very close to that attic.
When the leaves were moved,
it seemed to me eerie.

The door of the attic was
very old and frail.
Sometimes it banged loudly
and made fuss.

I never saw any person
to enter into that attic.
Was it a haunted place?
My inquisitive mind asked me agaiin and again.