|digital art by ashok
I walk in circles on my open terrace,
Over the warm terracotta -bare foot.
The night is tepid- winds of furnace;
Summer night – Even the birds are mute.
No sign of rain –the air is dry;
I look up – a cloudless sky.
With no where to hide-the moon is high;
The only riot – the bats that fly.
The mosquitoes menacingly encircle me
Even as the crickets and lizards chant
The town is dark as far as I could see
Powerless, Sleepless- the endless rant…