There is a big house across the town

with black walls and broken glasses

You have met the house owner

on your way to this town

and shook hands with him

You said that he had an inhuman glow on his face

and his hands felt like furnace,

leaving your hands with a burning sensation

 

He was Mr Bankroller, the owner of the big house

He had everything –

Youth, wealth, the town’s most coveted girl

and also countless enemies

His house was burnt down one night

not by his countless enemies,

but his revered friends

on whom he lavished his time,

happiness and wealth

 

They say he still glides in the borders of the town

and meets up with new entrants

He lets in the vilest of men

and even the savages in human form

but not those with sugar-coated words,

and the sweetest of faces

with cruel intentions inside

Oh! You may call him a ghost,

but he is our guardian