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Priya Agrawal

Abstract

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Priya Agrawal

Abstract

The Ghost

The Ghost

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He is here, He is there,

He is everywhere.

His looks were old,

He comes as a soul.


When he comes, he changes the weather,

When he goes, he spreads the feather.

His eyes were red,

Like a burning crack.


He who never sleeps,

He who never relieves.

He who knows the past,

He who knows the future.

He never eats anything but He ate everything..




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