BESIEGED

we were 
still thirsty, 
guarding a crop of

dry longings,

famishing temptations,
tired eyes, 
gestures sweating, 
when 
the monsoon romance
came to an end   

rather abruptly

‘You are under siege’, 
a wanton gust

blowing through our lane

whispered, 
‘put on masks to 
stay alive, 
the city has 
a viral emergency!’

© DEEPAK DARSHAK