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.