Are you the friend who visits us twice per annum?
Have you sent a letter to come?
Are you incredible in visiting without notice?
What can we say to those you lay your hands on?
Are they called to ghost?
Have you come to distract out room?
Our houses have special rooms, but there is no place for you to stay
Even parts of the kitchen can not hold you to stay
"I want here," said by you
Why don't you discard yourself from here?
Your red eyes, not flenching
Like a scanner, it scans in danger
And the eyes remain, fluttering open and close again
See them running on the street,
Abandoning their houses for the visitor
Look at them running up and down
But, this visitor looks more strange
You shake our Landlord
You shake our houses
You have visited us twice in twelve days
But your anger hit our land
To save forty of us from death
But as of yesterday,
They turned into one-twenty,
250 have given up the ghost.