{ This City Is In Siege } Poem by Manohar Bhatia

This city is in siege
The city in the range
Is as dangerous a place
As a badge on his shirt
The Sheriff is doing his duty
To wipe out bad guys from ghost town.

Mid-night calm is
As sinister as a dawn
All looking quiet
Except the barks of sick dogs.

High noon on the near-by river
Looks suicidal in a summer
For youngsters wanting to swim
Invited by the still water river grim.

A spring evening
Looks full of promise
Honey-bees collect pollens
Buzzing to fertilize in stems.

In the bar after office-hours
The suspense is scary
No soul in sight
Only a bartender for a cigarette
To light up for a brave soul.

The dusty road
Is nostalgic for me
Where me and my beloved
Were there with passionate love.

Dons in this fearsome city
Are happy-go-lucky
As a child of innocence
Giving an endearing smile.

Alas! The Sheriff looks helpless!

- The End—