Ghost
Ghost
I saw a dream at night
I can't claim, whether I was alive
Because, if it would be, in bush lying
Pedestrian would think, what about ghost?
In symmetry junction at night
I had to cross, with left died
In one hand, there was fear in mind
On the other hand, deceased of beloved
Ahead in the dark, step of shadow
Compelled to me, would it be ghost!
Imagination of fear, is self construed fork
Mind accepts, if it would be post.
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