The sun comes out early
unmindful of the curfew,
Shines fierce through the roads
and streets unconcerned
of the lockdown.
Follows the highways,
enters the market
intercepts the malls
flows into the factories,
An unbridled sway!
None could drive
the Sun back home.
The Night comes late
in a light outfit, embraces
the sky in a measured tone.
Sun retreats with a sadistic
overture. Looks, as though,
it plans to come with renewed
vigour the next day, Fear grips,
exasperation sets in.
Meenas Poems 