Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

Songs Again

waiting on these time spanned hills
atop mountains with grass to grow
and ripening fruits in the market 
traversing pine dressed roads
streams, the mind yields
the mind rebels
the mind scythes across past 
and in bowls of heaven rests 
the oracle. mind speaking, doubting, hills 
are ancient as rocks. stultified silenced 
into becoming restless codes of present. 
take vestiges away. apparels of honesty
dishonesty, you shake grey fear into 
myths of origin. Spendthrift that I am 
I go in silence to these vagabond hills again.
songs again. 


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