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.
An intriguing poem about death. I like it. You might like my poem BUTTERFLY OF DEATH. This appears to be the first poem that you have posted on this website. Welcome to Poem Hunter!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem well penned in good rhyme scheme. Thanks for posting.