A Ghostly Thing Poem by Uttam Biswas

I am at the clutch of
Ferocious beasts,
Every now and then
I am haunted by them.

They surround me
All day and night
With sparkling eyes
And sharp teeth,
And I am a prey
At their hands.

I am just a play thing
And they are kicking me
One side to another
Like a tennis ball.

They play with me joyfully
Till I am too weak to move.
They play with me joyfully
Till I bleed.

My weakness is a joy for them,
They laugh loudly around me
Like invisible ghosts,
I can not see them,
Yet, I strongly feel
Their presence.
They are felt by every people,
And they will be ever present
Till the end of this universe.
I name these beasts uncertainty.