Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

Prayers

toxic colours

today the dead man

looked heavy weight

with the Bible by his bed

I thought  he  would speak to me

but then  started  nosing around  for more

more dying years, a reason to live

beyond redemption.Some of  the church

people I knew were there.

Prayed. Praying and colours

walked swiftly across the room

tears  left his face the moment

he was released. I  waked bereft of  tears

prayers followed.

 

Ananya S Guha

Shillong,INDIA.