Turn this into a 5 stanza poem

‘Before you take me up to bed, will you
tell me a story?”
“Do you actually need me to take you up
to bed?” I asked the boy.
He thought for a moment. Then, with
intense seriousness, “Yes, actually I
think you do. It’s because of, I’ve
finished my homework, and so it’s my
bedtime, and I am a bit scared. Not very
scared. Just a bit. But it is a very big
house, and lots of times the lights don’t
work and it’s a sort of dark.”
I reached over and tousled his hair.
“I can understand that,” I said. “It is a
very big old house.” He nodded. We
were in the kitchen, where it was light
and warm. I put down my magazine on
the kitchen table. “What kind of story
would you like me to tell you?”
“Well,” he said, thoughtfully. “I don’t think
it should be too scary, because then
when I go up to bed, I will just be
thinking about monsters the whole time.
But if it isn’t just a little bit scary then I
won’t be interested. And you make up
scary stories, don’t you? I know she
says that’s what you do.” 
“She exaggerates. I write stories, yes.
Nothing that’s been published, yet,
though. And I write lots of different kinds
of stories.”
“But you do write scary stories?”
“Yes.”
The boy looked up at me from the
shadows by the door, where he was
waiting. “Do you know any stories about
Click-clack the Rattlebag?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Those are the best sorts of stories.”
“Do they tell them at your school?”
He shrugged. “Sometimes.”
“What’s a Click-clack the Rattlebag
story?”
He was a precocious child, and was
unimpressed by his sister’s boyfriend’s
ignorance. You could see it on his face.
“Everybody knows them.”
“I don’t,” I said, trying not to smile.
He looked at me as if he was trying to
decide whether or not I was pulling his
leg. He said, “I think maybe you should
take me up to my bedroom, and then you can tell me a story before I go to
sleep, but a very not-scary story
because I’ll be up in my bedroom then,
and it’s actually a bit dark up there, too.”
system
ise 5 shloke kavita main badal den

‘isse pehle ki aap mujhe bistar par le jaaen, kya aap karenge
mujhe ek kahani bataao?"
“kya aapako vastav main mujhe lene kii jarurat he
bistar par?"maine ladke se poocha.
usne ek pal ke liye sochaa.phir, ke saath
gahan gambhirtha, "haan, vastav main main
lagata he ki aap karte hai.isaki vajah se, main
meraa homework samaapt kar liya, or isliye yah meri he
sote samay, or main thodaa daraa hua hum.bahut nahin
daraa hua.bas thodaa sa.lekin yah bahut bada he
ghar, or bahut baar roshni nahin he
kaam karte hai or yah ek tarah kaa andhera he. ”
main upar pahunchaa or uske baalo ko taal diya.
"main samaj saktaa hum ki," maine kaha."yah he ek
bahut bada purana ghar. ”usne sahmati main sir hilaayaa.ham
rasoi main the, jahaan yah halkaa tha
or garm.maine apni patrika ko neeche rakhaa
rasoi kii mej.“kis tarah kii kahani
kya aap mujhe bataanaa chahenge? ”
"thik he," unhone kaha, soch samajhakar."mujhe nahin lagata
yah bahut daraavna hona chahie, kyonki tab
jab main bistar par jaataa hum, to main bas rahoonga
puure samay rakshason ke bare main sochna.
lekin agar yah thodaa daraavna nahin he to main
dilchaspee nahin hogior aap banaate hai
daraavnee kahaniyaan, kya aap nahin hai?mujhe pataa he ki vah
kehete hai ki aap kya karte hai. ”
“vah atiranjit he.main kahaniyaan likhata hum, haa.
kuch bhi nahin jo prakashit kiya gaya he, phir bhi,
yadhyapi.or main bahut saare vibhinn prakaar ke likhata hum
kahaniyon kii. ”
"lekin aap daraavnee kahaniyaan likhte hai?"
"haan."
ladke ne mujhe dekha
daravaaje se chaaya, jahaan vah tha
intazaar main.“kya aap kisi bhi kahani ke bare main jaanate hai
ratalbag par clic karen? "
"mujhe aisa nahin lagata."
"ve kahaniyon ke sabase achche prakaar hai."
"kya ve unhen aapke skool main bataate hai?"
usne sarka diya."kabhi-kabhi."
"kya ek clic-clack he retlebag
kahani?"
vah ek anishchit baccha tha, or tha
uski bahan ke premi se aprabhavit he
agyanta.aap ise uske chehre par dekh sakate the.
"har koi unhen jaanata he."
"main nahin karata," maine kaha, muskuraane kii koshish nahin kii.
usne meri ore dekha jaise vah koshish kar rahaa tha
tay karen ki main use khinch rahaa tha yaa nahin
taang.unhone kaha, "mujhe lagata he ki shaayad aapako chahie
mujhe apane bedroom tak le jaaen, or phir aap mujhe jane se pehle ek kahani bataa sakate hai
neend, lekin ek bahut hi skerri kahani nahin
kyonki main tab apane bedroom main rahoonga,
or yah vastav main thodaa andhera he, bhi. ”
user
ek ghar main, andhere or bade, ham khadey the,
sone se pehle, ek kahani jo usne maangi.
dar ke sanket ke saath, uski aawaaj main itnaa chota,
unhone kahaniyon ke liye kaha, bahut daraavna nahin, balki romanchit kiya.

maine uski durdasha ko samajhate hue, uske baalo ko uksaaya,
garm rasoi main aaraam kii roshni main.
"aap mujhe kya kahani pasand karenge?"
maine poocha, apane dar ko dur karne ke liye utsuk.

unhone ek pal, vichaarsheel or budhimaan, vichaar kiya,
"bahut daraavna nahin he, lekin aashcharya ke sanket ke saath.
aap daraavnee kahaniyaan likhte hai, yaa isliye ve kehete hai,
lekin main ratalbag ke raste par clic karne ke bare main utsuk hum. "

maine apni agyanta ko sweekaar kiya, yah nahin jaanate ki vidya,
lekin unhone jor dekar kaha ki yah pataa lagane ke liye ek kahani he.
"yah sabase acha he," unhone aatmavishvaas se daawa kiya,
ek chehre ke saath, uski baat fansaaya gaya tha.

daravaaje ke aalingan se chaaya ke rup main,
usne mujhase aagrah kiya ki main use apni neend kii jagah par le jaaun.
ek kahani, bahut daraavnee nahin, vah praapt karnaa chahta tha,
apane bedroom ke liye, bhi garbh dhaaran karne ke liye andhera tha.
assistant
<|system|>
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<|user|>
ise 5 shloke kavita main badal den

‘isse pehle ki aap mujhe bistar par le jaaen, kya aap karenge
mujhe ek kahani bataao?"
“kya aapako vastav main mujhe lene kii jarurat he
bistar par?"maine ladke se poocha.
usne ek pal ke liye sochaa.phir, ke saath
gahan gambhirtha, "haan, vastav main main
lagata he ki aap karte hai.isaki vajah se, main
meraa homework samaapt kar liya, or isliye yah meri he
sote samay, or main thodaa daraa hua hum.bahut nahin
daraa hua.bas thodaa sa.lekin yah bahut bada he
ghar, or bahut baar roshni nahin he
kaam karte hai or yah ek tarah kaa andhera he. ”
main upar pahunchaa or uske baalo ko taal diya.
"main samaj saktaa hum ki," maine kaha."yah he ek
bahut bada purana ghar. ”usne sahmati main sir hilaayaa.ham
rasoi main the, jahaan yah halkaa tha
or garm.maine apni patrika ko neeche rakhaa
rasoi kii mej.“kis tarah kii kahani
kya aap mujhe bataanaa chahenge? ”
"thik he," unhone kaha, soch samajhakar."mujhe nahin lagata
yah bahut daraavna hona chahie, kyonki tab
jab main bistar par jaataa hum, to main bas rahoonga
puure samay rakshason ke bare main sochna.
lekin agar yah thodaa daraavna nahin he to main
dilchaspee nahin hogior aap banaate hai
daraavnee kahaniyaan, kya aap nahin hai?mujhe pataa he ki vah
kehete hai ki aap kya karte hai. ”
“vah atiranjit he.main kahaniyaan likhata hum, haa.
kuch bhi nahin jo prakashit kiya gaya he, phir bhi,
yadhyapi.or main bahut saare vibhinn prakaar ke likhata hum
kahaniyon kii. ”
"lekin aap daraavnee kahaniyaan likhte hai?"
"haan."
ladke ne mujhe dekha
daravaaje se chaaya, jahaan vah tha
intazaar main.“kya aap kisi bhi kahani ke bare main jaanate hai
ratalbag par clic karen? "
"mujhe aisa nahin lagata."
"ve kahaniyon ke sabase achche prakaar hai."
"kya ve unhen aapke skool main bataate hai?"
usne sarka diya."kabhi-kabhi."
"kya ek clic-clack he retlebag
kahani?"
vah ek anishchit baccha tha, or tha
uski bahan ke premi se aprabhavit he
agyanta.aap ise uske chehre par dekh sakate the.
"har koi unhen jaanata he."
"main nahin karata," maine kaha, muskuraane kii koshish nahin kii.
usne meri ore dekha jaise vah koshish kar rahaa tha
tay karen ki main use khinch rahaa tha yaa nahin
taang.unhone kaha, "mujhe lagata he ki shaayad aapako chahie
mujhe apane bedroom tak le jaaen, or phir aap mujhe jane se pehle ek kahani bataa sakate hai
neend, lekin ek bahut hi skerri kahani nahin
kyonki main tab apane bedroom main rahoonga,
or yah vastav main thodaa andhera he, bhi. ”</s>
<|assistant|>
ek ghar main, andhere or bade, ham khadey the,
sone se pehle, ek kahani jo usne maangi.
dar ke sanket ke saath, uski aawaaj main itnaa chota,
unhone kahaniyon ke liye kaha, bahut daraavna nahin, balki romanchit kiya.

maine uski durdasha ko samajhate hue, uske baalo ko uksaaya,
garm rasoi main aaraam kii roshni main.
"aap mujhe kya kahani pasand karenge?"
maine poocha, apane dar ko dur karne ke liye utsuk.

unhone ek pal, vichaarsheel or budhimaan, vichaar kiya,
"bahut daraavna nahin he, lekin aashcharya ke sanket ke saath.
aap daraavnee kahaniyaan likhte hai, yaa isliye ve kehete hai,
lekin main ratalbag ke raste par clic karne ke bare main utsuk hum. "

maine apni agyanta ko sweekaar kiya, yah nahin jaanate ki vidya,
lekin unhone jor dekar kaha ki yah pataa lagane ke liye ek kahani he.
"yah sabase acha he," unhone aatmavishvaas se daawa kiya,
ek chehre ke saath, uski baat fansaaya gaya tha.

daravaaje ke aalingan se chaaya ke rup main,
usne mujhase aagrah kiya ki main use apni neend kii jagah par le jaaun.
ek kahani, bahut daraavnee nahin, vah praapt karnaa chahta tha,
apane bedroom ke liye, bhi garbh dhaaran karne ke liye andhera tha.</s>
