Saturday, February 20, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem


Mother, pool of life
awaken in ripples
arcane past
hollow beds of rice
abyss- ages
you left, standing on a precipice
gods and goddesses standing 
in those crevices
of a room;
waft of incense, flowers scattered
I prayed and ate left over offerings
I sang your chants
you listened to my rants,
of a godless universe.

Believe me, I pray 
even today.
Pray to get you back
and see your thin shadow
in God's presence.
Your absence.

My presence.

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.

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