A Ghost and Me

A Ghost and Me

P K Routray

To curb my childhood mischief

I was made to have a belief

of ghosts, ghouls and spirits

operating within their defined boundary limits.

Invisible they are in the sun light

wicked they become in the darkness of the night.

Unsatisfied souls they are for their mortal reasons,

after death they frantically search for the moments to retaliate the feelings.

Thus the picture was engraved in heart of my hearts with fear

even at this ripe age at some lonely places at odd hours to visit I never dare.

Particularly our village cremation ground and the environment there

the memory of the elders’ stories still me do scare.

Listen I still from reliable persons known to have never told a lie

coming across such figures at haunted places when at lonely hours they passed by.

Four of my batch mates had seen a ghostly figure moving along the street

sharing the  same room when at three am they got up to get their lessons complete.

It was an authentic source which panicked us during our youth

but till date I myself have never seen a ghost to tell you the its truth.

Readers may react to highlight any true ghost story experienced by them

or to advise me as to whether to my dear Granny protecting a frightened child within her sari I shall at this age blame.