When I was detective.

When I was detective.

In my early age,
I was passionate
by the detective stories of Holmes.

I was so passionate
I read the books
through out the nights,
till early dawns.

Even I made dispute,
with my brother
and very often not only we quarreled.
but also used to do the scuffles.

Sometimes I fancied myself
as sherlock Homes.
I started to suspect,
even few of my neighbours.

Though I had no assistant,
like Mr.Watson
but I had enough zest,
to be courageous.

Once I followed a man
who was roaming around a house
Which was dilapidated.
I found the man very suspicious.

I considered him as criminal
and the house as his shelter.
The appearence of the man,
was very vicious.

He was short in hight,
bald,having scythe moustache.
The eyes were red slotted
and never made any fuss.

Oneday I was in an ambush
to follow up the man.
Suddenly I turned and saw the man
was standing with angry eyes.

I ran from there,
only to stop at my house.
I was gasping
and thinking those vicious eyes.

Afterwards I never went there
to see the man
and became so panicked,
I never took risks.