The Intruder
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The boy popped upLike a Jack-in-a-boxHis gaze unwaveringFace maskedShabbily attiredA thick bamboo stickLay reclined by his sideHe sat on the boundary wallof the ParkNot very far from the entrance of my flatI had a tinge of doubtWhat was he there for?Plonked up like that?He gesticulated to meWhich I failed to figureDid he want some food?Or sitting there to have some of his own?I told Auntie to keep an eye on himSomething about him was not quite naturalWhen I returned after a few minutesHe wa...
