For first couple of years
My ghost would enquire nothing
About the promise
He would just stand at a distant corner
Or lurch behind that wall
Or hung upside down from trees like
Betal of Vikram-Betal stories
Few more years went by
now, he is stalking me like
an obsessive lover
or bank loan officials
Life kept blocking my way
I couldn’t make any progress on
What I had promised to him
A part of me is trying to stay human
And other part of me is stalking me like a ghost
Life for now has become a fight between
A boon and a curse
And I bleed all the time
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