Who Called You? Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Who called you?
Don't cross the doorstep.
Don't come into the room.
Was the door kept ajar?
How did you get so near?

I never called in.
You were never sent for.
I won't give in.
You may count times four!

Why you are here?
I won't go anywhere.
My home is sweet home.
I'll stay in this room.

You bring so chill air!
It douses my summer fire!
Get off, I say, right now.
I won't ever bow...

I can't make them feel sad - -
Who, I know, will miss me hell bad!
They are all pretty good.
And with them I am damn glad.