Saturday, January 23, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem


the maimed hand reads
does not write in faces
that moves quieting spirit
distortion of  ways maim
every possibility, kill the rod
the stem, ether on water
does it matter
maiming is explicit onslaught
on bodies of love
wings of dove
infinite possibilities of  extermination
of races
bewildered faces of  atrophy
maim the invincible
war cries let loose in hellish stricken
oh dear the maimed hand uproots
all maiming, all caning
in streets of laughter, death and hellish
burner unfold those hands
write a poem, with blood after.

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA

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