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Laxmi Natraj

Drama Tragedy Fantasy

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Laxmi Natraj

Drama Tragedy Fantasy

A STRANGER IN THE NIGHT

A STRANGER IN THE NIGHT

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Drenched to the core and shivering in the cold

The stranger, unknown, stood at her door,

With pleading eyes, he asked for help

For breathing, a while he begged for shelter


With Shivering thin hands and a warm smile

The old lady opened the door wide for him

Handed him a towel to dry, offered a sofa to sit

Thus, to relax in front of the bright warm fire


Time ticked on, she fed him warm food

Hungry, starved for days he gulped it all

Warm conversation too she continued with

As if the stranger was none but a friend 


The rain stopped, and darkness covered everything

The stranger got up, stood and came close to her

Raised his hand, hit her hard on the head

She buckled down bleeding, but without a moan


As she watched quietly without even a gasp

He wiped the house of all its precious wealth

Throwing a glance of indifference, at her

His job done, out in the darkness he fled


The maid saw her bleeding the next morning

But the wounded lady told the story comely

In agony, the maid asked why not ring the bell

The emergency bell was kept for security.


In a trembling voice so soft, the old lady said.

“How can I arrest him? My own son, how could I?”

The puzzled maid in awe said, “Mam, your son died

Years back, in the dreadful war, and you know it”


Through her tears, she said, “Stranger was not my son

I knew it well, but he looked like my son, every inch

A few hours, though fantasy, I breathed, lived with him

That happiness with my dead son will be my bliss forever.



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