Poem : The Guests

Lets go then you and me 
DAD
To inspect our newly constructed house 
Builder is handing over to us 
Next week

A big house it was 
In three floors 
With 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 big sofa
TV and modern gadgets 
A large bed room
with all attached facilities 
certainly for the son and his wife
Two separate rooms for the kids 
The builder had done a wonderful job

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

‘How is the house dad ?’
Driving at hundred plus, the son was curious 
‘Excellent’ first 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 behind the corridor 
he had seen

At night, the frail woman asked 
“How is our room, Chris?’
He thought for a moment and uttered – 
“We have lived enough as parents, Marry
now, it’s time to live the guests, Darling”