Vaishnavi Ramaswamy
Zero Hour
Madurai.
From behind a glass wall, on the seventh floor, crimson skies merge into the deep green of distant hills. Tall temple towers, their silhouettes stretching into twilight.
autumn chill—
from the shadows
the blink of a siren
Tracing the pink of my fingers against the white sheet, I wait in the isolation ward. The empty bed beside me.
outbreak—
the first locust
on a green
About the Author
Vaishnavi Ramaswamy is a nature and animal enthusiast. She is passionate about books, photography, travel and music. Her areas of research and interests include language, linguistics, creative writing and poetry. Some of Vaishnavi’s poems have appeared in journals and she has a poetry anthology to her credit. She is a homemaker living in India with her family.