It was ten at night
I was half asleep and half awake
Struggling hard to put my worries away
I heard somebody
Knocking
Through half open door
I peeped out
To see who
An old man stands there
Though it’s rare
I didn’t care
To ask
Why?
I just saw a man
A threat
Before it’s too late
I closed the door
And paused to hear his steps
Five…ten…fifteen minutes passed
But he didn’t knock again
Next morning
While sweeping
I found my long lost bag
With a tag
“I just came to return what was yours”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem