My Ghost Bemoans Poem by Sujoy Bhattacharya

I am now dead.
I have no head.
L am a headless apparition.

out the major portion of my person
from a running train I was floating in the
sky of foolish heroistic ferbvor.
My swing, dangling body collided with a post and
Iron wheel of the running train decapitated my head.
I put my name in the list of phantoms.
I now roam at night in search of victims.
I try to derail trains to take revenge.
But my aerial body can't do anything except vain flamboyant effort
to bridge the gap between the two worlds.
My mom mourned a deluge of tears to impair her eyes.
My dad could not stand it with the fatal blow -
He lost his mental balance.
I can see everything in the living world.
I can't make myself to be seen by anyone .