[poem]: Chased by bharals

I
got up and quickly
scrolled the sites
to find why
I’m being chased in
the darkness of night;

I
was isolated and
the untamed wilderness
terrifies me for
three more hours.

bharals eyes seemed
to hold grudges and
resentments;

I
dashed into the lavatory
to lock myself in but
the door was broken.

I
tugged and
held it tightly with
four of my left fingers.

I
not for a moment thought,
a couple of them
would be lying
to feast themselves
right in front of the door.

I
turned 45 degrees, and
I could see a hopeful sign.
Five sliding glass to
let go the stinky smell
and m e .

I
couldn’t recall how
I deceived them but
I was freed and running
towards entrance.

I’m
afraid they will follow
the trail and they did.

I
was nearly killed and
I could feel the water
oozing from my
lacrimal glands.

I
tightly close my eyes and
try to rewrite the intense part
knowing it’s a dream
subconsciously.

I
rushed to the gate
and quickly climbed
and was rescued by
the zookeeper man.

I
open my eyes, and
scrolled the sites
to find why
they chase me in
the darkness of night;

Bharals
that I’d never seen
seem to be found in
high Himalayas and are
h e r b i v o r e s.

It
eased the grief, for
grass and plant eaters
will not harm me; perhaps,
the dream is the result of
nervous breakdown.

I
closed the result pages
and turned off
the screen and kept
the black lady aside.