What would be more scary,
When would I need to be more wary.
If I were to see a ghost tall like a monster so hairy,
Or a flowy mist as white as a fairy.

Why is it I fear seeing a ghost,
One day I too shall join that coast.
What I really should be afraid of the most,
Is to recognize the resident demon, innermost.

To me he would be grateful,
I provided him shelter, so hateful.
Allowing him to eat me slowly, fateful.
Yet he yearns for more, so ungrateful.

A permanent resident of my body,
Causing me to like nobody.
I allowed him in accidentally,
Now he refuses to go, look at the audacity.

Go he must,
He fills me with lust,
He makes me unjust,
Causing others to look at me in disgust.

I now need to work very hard,
I need to carefully play my card.
I will now give him no regard,
Very soon, him I shall discard.

What I make of my life is upto me,
To get rid of the demon and set myself free.
To everyone reading this, it's my earnest plea,
To live a beautiful peaceful life is in your hands, hope you all agree.





















© Maja Malhotra