Friday, March 11, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem


I live through many 
ages, past is  hideout
yarns are spun there
and the ages grow on 
like trees shaking off the 
wind, in frantic desire 
for a free search of the world.

likewise, I spend time 
on rustic elements, 
the icons of time
a stone here, an animal there,
the wind's kiss
I watch out for insane predators
Man or Beast.
then settle down to enter 
a house, a mansion of 
deprivation, where rats scuttle
all dreams.

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.

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