Everything is haunted here In this place called as The ‘town of the dead’. That man in grey shirt Says that even Paracetamol and Aspirin Tablets are no longer used here Because people believe that ghosts Are hidden in them. Hearing all this I remember How my mother used to warn me Not to eat the papaya seeds How she used to say They’ll grow into papaya trees Inside my stomach. Even today I say the same thing To the little children In my street. I enjoy the queer notions Things which take me to another world Things which make me believe in aliens Things which take away my breath When I know They are nothing But just empty sceneries.