She used to live near the grave yard
Which was perhaps not clear
As they used to say,
A beauty used to haunt him,
A beautiful maid
She used to come during
The lonely time,
Used to during the eve fall
Sitting somewhere by the grave,
Walking during the night-time
Having applied in scent,
Coming into night dreams, felt he,
Have I really fallen, fallen in love
With the jinn beauty,
Is it a previous lust of mine,
Who is she,
How is she related to me,
Is she a dream,
Or love unfulfilled,
Why is she haunting me?
When he wanted to take her into his clasp
She fled it away
Just like a dream came she,
A jasmine was she under a starry night
Going under the misty night,
My dream girl, the jinn as his love,
He going after her after and she after him,
None would leave,
He taking the help of exorcists,
Hindu and Muslim ghost, goblin men.
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