It is 3 am.
I am still awake.
I am worried.
I am worried for my 150 friends.
I am worried for the homeless,
even open sky is no longer their roof.
I am worried for the migrants
who are still on their way home.
I am worried for the jalebiwalas.
I am worried for the rickshawalas.
I am worried for the schoolwalas;
offline is their lifeline.
I am worried for the gods;
only inner doors are open.
I am worried for the elephant's mother.
I am worried for the kittens, just born at our backyard.
I am worried for Floyds, not pink, but black.
It is 5 am.
Birds are chirping, bees are humming.
Sunflowers are opening their petals.
I wake up, not alone, with many.
We wear red-tinted glasses
to see the morning sun.