[43] The Guest, LB Chhetri

Let us go, Dad, you and me,
to inspect our newly constructed house
the Builder is handing over to us
next week

A big house,
Three floors
meet all human needs
The terrace
The garage and
The swimming pool
all in a row
The balcony
The kitchen and
The theater
all in matching colors

A cozy living room with a big sofa
TV and modern gadgets
A large bedroom
with all attached facilities
certainly for the son and his wife
Two separate rooms for the kids
The builder did a wonderful job 

Inspection was over, and
They returned to
The blue Mercedes which
ran smoothly on the road

“How is the house, Dad?”’
Driving at a hundred plus, the son was curious to know
“Excellent,” he said, then added,
“You enjoy driving fast, son?”
The old man was pondering over
whether to ask or not
Where are we to stay, son?
But he didn’t
A small guest room resided behind the corridor

At night, the frail woman asked
“How is our room, dear husband?”
He thought for a moment and said—
“We have lived long enough as parents.
Now, it’s time to live as guests, my dear wife!”