My Phantom Grandpa! Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

My Phantom Grandpa!



The phantom grandpa…..
Just the other day I came across someone
When the small hand of grandfather clock
Went a little past the dead of night
And the night bulb lost its mellow light.
He looked known to me but not the same
As I had known him, maybe, because he had left
For his real abode quite many years back.

The night was just a regular night otherwise;
The shadow like vague figure had a white tinge
As one old man clad in all white in a dark distance is seen!
His grey hair looked whiter than that of his last picture
What hangs on a wall of my granny`s room in the left corner.
I have not been before this photo as a dead body gives me fear!

The shadowy figure said in a gruff but not that fierce voice
"I have to have a word with you, my dearie".
I turned as white as a ghost and the uncanny voice had me a shiver!
"No need to fear and panic; I am not here with any evil will"
"A good business has brought me here in the middle of the year".
"From now on you will write about us and I tell you this as their messenger".
"Never say ‘No' as ghosts never swallow the refusals from humans"!
"I won`t harm you but cannot guard you against the eternal monsters"!
I nodded down and the moment my head was up, saw the Night bulb again on.

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