A Ghost Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

A ghost standing by the window
Just standing for a few moments gained a lot
being frightened shadows run away
But neither you perplexed nor afraid of me
Rather you thought the matter is jocular
Thought a mask-wearing man
Weakness of your faith is my power,
My advantage
You take it for a funny game
Give indulgence to me
I bid my time, the opportunist try to be most intimate
Chance to Enter into your room

What a room! made of light;
I am astounded
My shadow-figure broken into pieces...