A CRITICAL EXPERIENCE

One day I was sitting alone in my room
A day of June in afternoon
The windows were closed to stop the Loo
My Air cooler was shouting on I don't know who
Betwixt all those noise a silence was spread
A silence so haunting as someone is dead
All at once I heard a knock on the door
Although I was not willing I step on the floor
But when with my dizzy eyes I looked out
I found no figure small or shout
Only sight seen is flying dust
Only sound heard is singing gust
I felt angry on someone
Either he has knocked for purpose or in fun
I shut the door and returned my place
I don't know why but I touched my face
I tried to go back to that silence again
But my efforts to get the lost peace was in vain
I discovered that I was not all alone this time
As I felt a touch on my spine
Yes, it was something that touched my soul
Which made my body tremble on a whole
But with time I understood that guy
To know him more I closed my eye
But unfortunately I felt asleep
And grabbed by dreams which were very deep
I saw in my dream that someone is in danger
Yes, he was my acquaint not a stranger
But what came next is in confusion
No, this is not the last conclusion
At seven in eve I heard a knock again
This time it was a lad from other lane
The hot news he gave me made me as cold as ice
I lost in afternoon someone who was very nice
One who had friendship bond with me as hard as rock
Was taken away far by an electric Shock !!