They keep visiting my grave
and I know who they are
A father, A son and his whole family
They lay their ploy
but I am a ghost
The more they will visit
The more they will go mad.
From now onwards
this ghost will play the tricks
ruin their live
till they surrender to misdeeds
Kill yourselves
still you will meet me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem