Beneath my bed, it hides away,
In shadows where the nightmares play.
Eyes aglow in the darkest night,
A silent watcher, out of sight.
Its breath is cool, its presence near,
A creature born of childhood fear.
Yet in its lair, it stays so still,
The monster waits, but means no ill.
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Pallabi Saikia
I am an article writer and poet, expressing my overwhelming thoughts through words. My articles explore diverse topics, while my poetry captures personal subtleties, connecting with others through shared experiences.
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