Monday, May 23, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

Shattering Dreams

whenever anew the fresh, livid stars rise
I die slowly of poisoning
I can't bear to see their sharp edges
in starry skies, their golden glint 
these stars look like weapons sharp edged 
encumbrances for the moon
whenever they rise I dash dreams to the ground
thinking they wink, blink, are eve teasers. I feel 
that they poke heavens, anger rumbustious clouds
and when rains prattle they disappear. They are like
knives which cut through veins and shatter dreams. 


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