Ghost And The Host Poem by Aftab Alam

Every time it is heard
There's a soul of the dead
There's a ghost, the evil
I am confused…
One for the dead:
If a person is killed by a murderer
Then, why can't he revenge?

Second: can life be
Increased or decreased?
Can anybody die before the death?
In Toto, I say no and NO…

Now you may ask?
What it is?
Ya! There's Satan
A member of the family
That existed before us
It's a fact and not a fuss
‘The Family of Jinn'
Like our family
Good and bad
Stupid and sober
Saint and criminal
And of course a priest..
So they are…that's the truth
Can't be denied
Can't be confused.

We the ghost keeper
It resides within us
We are the Host of the ghost//

Soul never dies
Never troubles
How evil it may
They are troubled one
All waiting for the dooms day
All are confessing not to face.

This is the time ruled earth
Nothing happens before time
We must try to be safe
Precaution is must
Before mingling into the dust

Why to fear,
Be happy and gay
Don't wait, Act and act
Think of society and humanity

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