Knock Knock

There once lived a man named Revath Kumar

He was frail and weak, and known as a grump.

He lived all alone, and never traveled far,

And on Wednesday the 9th, he fell to a thump.

No one came to see him, not even a mouse

No one has even seen if he was carried out.

Kids on the street say “he still lives in that house.

I’ve heard him screaming, I have no doubt”

Plants around the house overgrow and rise,

But not a soul dare enter and see what’s inside.

At night you can see the front light turn on

As if someone’s still there, and never really died.