The Special Ghost

You may look at me every day,
Yet, you might not see who I really am.
My shriek can be heard at night,
But not my voice when spoken.

I pick up and move things around whole day,
Though, everyone is too busy to notice.
I run from one place to another,
Silently, better than a cat can ever do.

I can be in many places at once,
My hands stretching out to grasp things.
Most of the time, I excel at being invisible,
Unless, when I fumble a bit, which leads to a commotion.

Some say I can manipulate the thoughts of others,
But am cursed to bury my own wishes.
Burns don’t stop me from playing with fire,
Still, I am not considered dangerous.

You see, I am a special ghost,
Different from the ones in the stories you have heard.

I don’t scare other people,
Rather remain meek myself.
However, like them, I too don’t rest, for that is human.
So, who am I? I am that special ghost who remains hidden,
In the very shadows of the home that I help to create.

Sandhya Shankar, completed her PhD in Linguistics from Jawaharlal Nehru University, and is an Assistant Professor at the School of Linguistics and Literary Studies, Chinmaya Vishwavidyapeeth, Ernakulam.

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