The God Who Fell In Love With The Ghost
An aspect of God, a boy born Brahmin
Had ascended into his higher power,
It was then in a late hour during slumber,
He remembered how his karma was even.
He awakened in him an intuition, long ago,
Then he later met a woman, he felt a spark.
But he questioned how she's awake at dark.
She wandered wherever her ego would go.
He was the only one who could perceive her,
As everyone at times seems to ignore them,
As if she can appear, disappear on a whim.
He realized she's a ghost and projector.
He decided to slowly heal her lost soul,
As she constantly spiralled into memories,
As she projected on loop her stories.
He blessed her to find peace, pay her toll.
But over time they had together, he fell.
The God wanted to spend forever with her,
Patiently waits for her to move on further.
She healed; God rang their wedding bell.
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