Friday, May 20, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

His World

The crutch, blinded by the road
he wobbles, the traffic light does not help
criss crossing policemen, whistling furiously
somewhere there is mild set back
his stick falls as he fumbles
the traffic comes to a grinding halt. 
Everyone glares.
Through his telescopic dark glasses 
he peers at the world. His world.
Stupid and leering.

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.

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