Sunday, March 20, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

Spring's Wind

Spring's wind
settles in dust
skies are still grey
as the rain smothers
these hills once again
and  your aloneness wavers
as you send me a message
of hope. I weep in puddles
of  rains- or is it tears
gnawing at entrails?

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.

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