Day Time Realities
The clinging hopes
aroma of pains are
the scaffolding of desires
in this town everyone knows the
weather, the hills, the rocks, the
stones. Cobbled realities. Metamorphosis is
in change. I wake up to morning realities
and whisper of the wind. The trees folded
are static. Change is everywhere, also
in the rubble of dust that the road side
clears everyday.
Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.
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