An Encounter with a Ghost ....

I have no proof for this event ..
fair to say it might never have been ...
All I have is these few stanzas
Conversations with a spirit none have seen..

My village is a quiet little country...
not a usual haunt for lost souls ..
a common sight be the local drunkard ..
passionate in his arguments with the old electric pole ...

My eyes alert for any suspicious movement ...
regret filling my journey this unearthly hour..
my heart eerily missing those odd few beats ..
as I see an odd figure under the shadow's cover.

He sits lazily beneath the Banyan tree...
his mannerism sedate, wise & other-worldly..
a look of a favorite old uncle, he had
shiny spectacles, a flowing beard to the knee

Bedtime horror stories of old granny ..
powerpointed right before my eyes
my whole body absolutely still ...
the throat stifling out my cries.

'What be thou doing at this hour ?' he asks
a question methinks that befitted him better …
'I am of this village, good Sire... My house beyond these gates ..
been late beyond usual .. the family panicky, I figure ..'

"Oh !! Youu must be poor old Robert …
they sand songs about Thee ..
the younger brother cried the loudest …
though your parents pained beyond decree .."

" Of what songs .. do you mention of ?? ", I asked …
panic rising steadily down my spine…
'my lateness extending perhaps a day …
pray tell me what befall to the family of mine

"Son .. Do thou not remember anything …
about thy journey on that bike …
that sudden black-out you felt …
and a pristine white light floating by… "

" Of course, I remember .. that light .. "
As I realize with my voice eerily curt short .
that man I speak to being a 'brother' Ghost …
and poor me, standing all alone by the Graveyard post.

Author's Notes/Comments:

An Odd little poem penned when I was in my teens .. A simple one .. It's not my best but I am a bit nostalgic of my first poem :)