Friday, May 6, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

You Goddess

I wash hands
sin is never washing 
away. I wash hands simply to 
see a shaft of light. A little glimpse
of the aftermath of sins.
It takes a long time cleansing 
hands muddied with the soil 
of the earth, an uncanny earth
despoiled. So I wash hands
use it also to smother dreams 
of other people. not lives.
only dreams. cleansing radiates 
living. makes things less stark.
a bit more noble, but magnanimity 
eludes life, my life.

I cleanse water of shores
sullied with your washed 
away hair, eyes.
you Goddess. 

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.

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