At 3 in the morning
at a bus stop:
amid mosquito bites,
hum of truck wheels rolling on the highway,
and the stink of a fellow traveller’s feet,
sleep is desired like cure for the sick;
all in the city where Ashoka fought the battle of Kalinga –
the city which refused to provide lodgings
to two weary travellers on the road
for 65 hours,
at 2 in the night.
regret comes like diversions
on a highway.
I should have never,
in the first place,
left the comfort and warmth of her