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

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