A Stranger Poem by V Neelakandaru Bhattathiri

A Stranger came to my door and knocked,
I opened the door and Looked,
He entered the door smiling,
As I followed him puzzling.
Not waiting for my permission,
He sat on the chair in submission.

He found it easy to talk,
Though I found it easy to walk,
He went on talking,
while I went on walking.

He talked and laughed again and again,
As I wondered at his gain and mien.
The morning passed and the noon come,
But the strange guest didn't move,
The night came and I felt afraid,
But the guest was least bothered.
When he stood up and beckoned me,
I did nothing but go after him.