Ghost Poem by Pijush Biswas

We, the ghosts, must see men fear
Our shadows must chase them
What we whisper they must hear
Every mid-night, oh listen, hem!

Every night we must break their necks
One hundred twists their heads must get
If they make war, or never check
Jealousy, the world of fever and fret.

We are petty much better than men
No battle, no one abhors other, peace most.
We are quite happy in slumberous den;
So, ghosts are not ghosts, ye men are ghosts.