Saturday, January 30, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem


toxic colours
today the dead man
looked heavy weight
with the Bible by his bed
I thought  he  would speak to me
but then  started  nosing around  for more
more dying years, a reason to live
beyond redemption.Some of  the church
people I knew were there.
Prayed. Praying and colours
walked swiftly across the room
tears  left his face the moment
he was released. I  waked bereft of  tears
prayers followed.
Ananya S Guha

1 comment:

  1. Moving poem by Ananya S.Guha that does no shy away from
    a religious reality.