The Realtor Poem by RAJESH.C BOSE

I met him first
At my door step
It was a sultry summer
And he was at my door step.

Unknown to me he was
But he did know something serious
I was paling
He was smiling
Though the meeting was unexpected
He said it was expected
I said' No'.

His face was stranger to me
Asking silently for the ways,
The untrodden paths, and
The unknown troves of the hearts
Of my dear and near ones.

Then he came in a summer shower
When I was alone
This time his face was rather shrewder.
Like that of pure business.

Nowadays, my neighborhood is deserted
A vast ocean of desert
I was in the middle of eerie loneliness.

I heard that he bought their houses.
Their childhood, their love
Their memories poignant and happy
He is a realtor
And he knows the business.

He owns everything surrounds me
Except me
My childhood friends, my dear neighbors
He sent them to an unknown place.

Now he is asking
The ways to my heart
I said 'No'
But he knows the ways
And he knows the business
He is the shrewdest realtor
I have ever met.