Phantom

Phantom

There is
a flame
in you

Flickers
in the
night

Burnin the
lamp in
you

Called the
mind

You put
in the
hands

Into the
mud

Out comes
the pots

In which
you pour
your Love

The enigma
gives rise

To the
Phantom
in you

Two guns
which blaze

Food and
Masala

In the
bowl

On your
table

They call
me the
phantom

Some other
day

I shall
be the
Ghost

For now
I am
stuck

In my
cave

Caution: This might be all theory

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