Humans are under house arrest, booked under several charges, Our windows are now our big screens, Freedom is a Bollywood film, (READ FULL POEM IN CAPTION) Fresh jasmines burst amidst our balcony jungle, Drips of water run down the corridors of leaves near the jacuzzi, A bird flies down and pauses for rest in vacant corners, The mother living across us blasts Taki Taki in full volume,
