When it rains to envelop
A Corona-prone lockdown-hit cityscape,
Some people dive into nostalgic feel;
Some others in ecstatic thrill revel--
No, not unmindful
How Corona has triggered off
Its third wave......
Bemusing fragrances of seasonal flowers
Make the earth bed smell euphoric,
Circumference of mind remains the same
For passion and emotion
To enter and flee the autistic room
Stirring up some moments of intimacy
With someone's so far elusive second entity
How long will she keep herself away?
Mirror can't unmask a possessive self--
What will she do
If sudden drizzle at twilight
Touches again her secret window
And his absconder mind's derailed
By wayward Nature's pluvial sweep?
Both in the containment zone worried
How to meet again....
