The times of a ghost are always sad
Whoever met a happy ghost are now dead
The fleeting moments of illusion
Take form yet not of matter
Like dim light sources
Wearing their favourite dresses
Float in time without faces
In deep thoughts of past times
In sadness they have made home
Something keeps them heaven from
Their happiness belongs somewhere else
Their pain belongs to only them none else
Wearing their favourite dresses Float in time without faces In deep thoughts of past times In sadness they have made home- - - - night, paranormal ways. psychological aspects in this poem. Ghost walking in our own self. pain, suffering. we live with so many ghosts.. thank u for this very revealing poem. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really an imaginative piece of poetry written in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Purbesh.