It was Swati's 'Big Foot' post which gave me enough courage to post this one. Written when I was in class-4, it might just give an insight into an imaginative child's mind......as the entire poem is a 'honest' fabrication.


A VISITOR

It was a chilly night
No one was at home.
I was a little scared
As I was all alone.


The long grand clock
Struck hard the ‘ten’
I heard a little sound
Thought it was the rain.


I smashed the door open
I saw it crawl by me.
It was a little kitten
Its face I could not see.

I took it in my arms
It was badly thrashed
As I went to land it
It made a silent-crash.


I bandaged its wounds
It kept hiding from me
For a moment it harassed
As I could not see.


After deep thinking
Guess what I found?
By me door-smashing
The kitten got the wound.


“Poor thing “, I thought.
But, I couldn’t help
As I was too afraid
And all by my self.


Now, looking on my table
Where I made it sit
I thought it was hiding
The basket would fit.


I searched the whole house
But, nowhere was he
I knew it had fled
With curses on me.


First time I felt
I did something wrong
The kitten was ‘A Visitor’
With a visit not for long.