The bullock cart

All night long we went in the dark
To rhythmic clank of bullock bells,
Swaying to and fro,on a mud track
While cart fumbled in its darkness.

We were afraid against mom’s lap.
She was on duty to be afraid for us.
Everyone was afraid of dark night
That might have hid its old ghosts.

Old ghosts are broad and fatuous.
They can only be imagined in belly.
They are a flickering phosphorous ,
With no feet ,only a tapering end.

We were afraid in our mothers lap,
As mother’s lips were afraid for us.
Bullocks were afraid in the big belly
With no mom’s laps to be afraid in.

Bullocks were afraid of dark nights.
They shook the bells loud and fast
Scaring away ghosts hid in a night,
With no mom’s laps to be afraid in.

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