DESERTED

Deserted roads, curfew after nine pm
A night alone is the enemy
Lifeless cadaver waiting for dissection
Lies serenely tangled in the spider’s web

Nooses of virus and hurricane, crisscross trap
A dead ball of the lonely moon hanging in the sky
Mask and touch me not our new identity
My being is broken into two

People watching without listening
In the darkness, beyond the ash heap
Men and women side by side
Stony eyes laden with sleep

Asoke Kumar Mitra -India-