The Guests

L B Chhetri

Poet L B Chhetri

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”

(L B Chhetri, a story writer and poet from Nepal, has three books to his credit. Mr. Chhetri is a literary activist, who is actively engaged in the literary activities to promote Nepali literature from local to international level.)