Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

Storm, Calm

The storm hit the pole
and the road; swirled off
into catapulting defeat
as the sun feebly raised
its head in vicious orgy
of thunder and pelting
hail stones. We captured moments
of window panes hit hard, lashing 
winds, screaming earth, bowels 
in distress, as in lassitude the 
sun fought back to calming
melting passions. 
A calm. Storm.
Calm rotating helplessly. 

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