Ghost- Going Away Slowly Poem by Gajanan Mishra

My question about the ghost is no more with me
I became a ghost with this passage of time.

If you are coming to see me you are allowed
You can find me in the bushes that are
Filled with snakes frogs ants scorpions.

I have nothing to asked you further in this hour
It is already spring with the arrival of cuckoo.

Have faith on me I am here to rescue all your belongings
And you can see the sea in the middle with he ghost
That is going away slowly from me.