Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem


you'll never understand
paths, stricken with grief.
slow metamorphosis.
paths often taste blood
history does not record
but paths when taking a 
painful blow recoil into timelessness.
tread them cautiously.
you may discover bleeding hearts.
hear cries of pain, weeping. 
your paths, mine are one. 

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.

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