The Stranger Poem by Amitava Nag

Feeling discomfort I turn
He was there
smiling as I expect -
colder than the
womb of the forzen sea,
'Do you fear me? '
I keep mum,
'There is no shame' he assures -
I open my eyes
to memories recollected
in celluloid frames,
I can see my son holding on to his toys -
'He is too young' I wail
'He will grow his own way', He
cannot be wrong, I know.

I rush through the open door
Close the windows
He waves and fades -
'Just yet again', I whimper,
recoil as the stranger visits
another home.