Mysterious Guest. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

There it was a winter night
Where the snow flakes in little falls
The place was a beautiful valley
Surrounded by forest everywhere
The sweet potato plants there
The filed covered with buds of plants
The hours in night fearful always
No one to help in odd hours
There in Night I slept in a coat
Tied with ropes in temporary shed
The coat was in a little heights
In the middle there a supporting post
The coolest hours came in nights
To warm the body for a sound sleep
Half sleep I heard a noise
There I saw a wonderful image
A sound and heavily built man stands
Where I feared a devil in night
The gradma story came to mind
Prayed to god to save me today
In lovely voice the man told
I am not a foe but a friend came
In this night a man missed the path
Seeing the light of fire I came
May I take a rest here today
Which I promptly told in favor
When I slept and saw the dreams
And awoke in morning I failed to see
The guest somewhere gone for ever
A mystery still that kept in mind.
The mysterious guest somewhere left.