![]() On Walking With A GhostA Poem by Saumya![]() Yesternight, for a while, When the doors were closed, I heard a howl from an alluring primrose: 'Arise, Awake lest wear a cloak, It's twelve, it's midnight Our turn to explore!'
Amazed, afraid yet stunned from this roar, I stepped, and ran towards the front door. I peeped up and down, Around all its cores, But nothing except a melody was all I could explore! Curious, Agitated, With a thirst to know more, I sat restless Gazing at the door. _Again came a shrill cry, Of a man once known, 'May I enter, enter the door And have some toast?' _ ![]() _Oh! All I could listen Was to give him a toast, But ah! I could'nt see His head or ..even, nose! _ _I wondered, I wandered, I could see him for sure, But ah! This figure I could see not anymore. _ _I turned back and walked towards my room's floor, While I felt some steps, following me for sure I ceased, I turned, and looked at the door, But couldn't see anything once more! Before I sat in disgust, Next to a pillow_ _I was hungry and thirsty, So couldn't resist more, And cozily teared a packet To have some toast_ _But oh! a bite from it, Or more, Gave me chills, and shudders Of kinds I've never had before! _ _I turned back, Saw a black, big ghost, I cried out loud, And he stared more and more He patted my shoulders, Casually ya know!_ _His eyes bulging, intensely red, And puffy as if he never slept ya know, His skin was stained, With humanish gore. Stinking as if he had never bathed before_ _His nails so, long, His figure so stout, His cheeks and neck Were a sorry sight Oh! I dreaded seeing him, And mostly looked out. Wondering, praying when he could that left Me in my house_ _He sensed my annoyance, The disgust I had then, He sensed that I was scared, From this ghostly man!_ _He smiled a smile, Mysteriously wild, I wondered then why, He asked me to sit, saying 'Come close, sit comfy here, dear child' Saying twould all be perfectly alright! If I'd have a seat And plan not to fight. Not to chide_ _Puzzled, annoyed, yet I listened to it all, As I sat down firmly, In my dreary dining hall_ _He sat when I sat, And asked me for small, A glass of water, some toast And shawls_ _I handed him some toast, In his palms too large, And served him water, In a vessel much large_ _He ate and drank, And burped so high, And asked me For a shawl, As twas late midnight_ _Scared, agitated, I still dared to stammer and ask, 'May I know why thee need a shawl? You look to un-human, Behave not like us even, I'm sure, you're a ghost, From some hearthy heaven!_ _What makes ya come in my Room afterall, As I know the main door was locked from the hall? And While all are asleep, in this night too dark?' _ _He grinned, He smiled, Like a man too wise, While his eyes were full Of lament's skies. He Replied with a sigh, With angst, undelight, Bleeding, expressing it all from his eyes: _ _'Ya got it right, Ya got it right, I'm a loveless, Forsaken, deserted knight, Once loved, twice rejected, And sent to demise, By my children, and thence by dear wife!'. _ ![]() I begged for my food, I begged for my home, But Oh what I got? Was a life alone! I loved them most, They hated me utmost, I was fooled by the ones Who I thought were so close! I lost my health, I lost my wealth, I lost much more, That I can't express anymore, I lost my body, Because of them therefore! But ah! This time, The time and our deeds, Yield just that What we best deserve indeed! No more, no less In that right quantity! I begged for them then, They beg, beg now, I was loved not by them then, No one loves them now, And oh what they are they, Is but a sad, sad clown! And ah what they earn, From the folks, Is but just a dirty frown! This shawl oh girl, That I asked from ya to give, Was for my unfortunate, Unhealthy, unfortunate kids. I can't see them weep, And beg at streets, I can't see them starve, For their slightest meal. _I tread in dark, And sob at my kids, I sob at my destiny, I wish, I wish I could at least pamper them! My only precious kids! And a shawl this night, In this chilly, frosty night, Would what I think, Would be the best present, For my dear, deserted, unloved children To rest in this night. So cold to else awaken. and watch the other day's light! I walked with him, He walked with me, He showed me the place, Where lay his children, In an utterly bad state. my eyes had tears, that fled with regret, At what I saw, I couldn't really believe, How pathetic it was. I asked him to wait, Ran back to my house, And collected all the shawls I got then that very night. I came back running, With the heap of shawls, While my tears knew no end, I knew not ,how to stop them at all! He grabbed the shawls, Handed it to them, But ah those kids! Couldn't feel his hands. He smiled and sobbed At this intense instance, And greeted me well, With his shivering, grand hands! He asked me to leave, He asked for his leave, With his heart at sleeves, And his eyes reflecting ghostly glee, While he vanished in grey, into nowhere, but somewhere In those dusty, grey streets. ![]() I still wonder what happened to me, Why did such a good Ghost, Came to meet me? And Touched me in a way, And I still may never have believed! That happened to me truly.
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