Monologues of a ghost

I am dumb

I didn’t have a voice

I cannot speak

In any of the glib tongues

Of the world

Compassion drains

Through my eyes

But you selfish folks

Cannot see that

Cannot read

My sympathetic face

I do not have hands

To resist

I cannot even bark

But does that mean

You write 786 on my back

Before butchering me?

Translated by Yogesh Maitreya