Water droplets are falling from sheds
from eyes,may be a little salty I fear;
Are bathing the earth,
The boy got the appointment
Of counting stars;
While the near face still laughing
Not having the slip
made of ‘pink’.
The alley is narrow and dark.
perspiration was on her forehead,
Computing every step;
Evaluating the tensed future,
Of dark hands to kill,
shriek of that bird..
(This types of tales are called microtales or tinytales where as few as possible words are use to express a emotion.)