The Phantom Gallery. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Phantom hangs!
The phantom haunts,
The phantom in us,
From birth to death runs.

The phantom takes lease,
All of our earthly urns,
The phantom ignites and burns.

The phantom impels whims,
The phantom causes ruins,
The phantom for phantom,
Embraces clamorous wings.

The phantom makes goods,
To consume and reject,
The phantom puts traps,
The phantom falls in Phantom's map.

Shadowy, vacant, thin -
The phantom bubbles,
From the mystic Phantom-Queen!