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The Hungry Ghost
Samapti Samanta Hooghly, West Bengal Contents | From tree to tree I drift and glide, My stomach growls both night and day, Good food or bad, I'm still denied, For ghosts get nothing sent their way. If I should wander out by day, The people chase me down the street, The whole neighborhood joins the fray, All eager for a ghost to meet. The smell of meat comes floating near, And makes my hungry stomach cry, But human children never share, To whom can I my troubles sigh? My blood runs low the whole year round, I'm always hungry, sad and worn, So in the woods I sadly roam, And pray to God from dusk till morn.
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