Friday, January 29, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem


Militancy

a screeching halt
the bottle of malt
turning the other way
a mirror cracks implosive is the wrath
explosive is the moth
a horse drawn car in fatigue
those overground 
never understand gun shots
in milling crowds.
they pull the whisky 
deflate anything that is risky
and wear the afflatus
we cower, hide our faces
and drag our bodies into
hollow pits.

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.
 
 

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