Ghost of the Past
You pat me to sleep,
Every time I cry alone.
Your warm hug fills my heart
Every time I fail.
You come to me,
In the darkness and silence.
I feel you near me
In every gust of sudden wind.
In raindrops and the smell of roses.
They light lamps and pray to God.
They are scared of spirits descending
Tonight, on Chaturdashi.
But the naive men don't know
Some spirits don't even leave.
Do they?
~ Suranya