Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

Day Time Realities

The clinging hopes
aroma of pains are 
the scaffolding of desires
in this town everyone knows the 
weather, the hills, the rocks, the 
stones. Cobbled realities. Metamorphosis is 
in change. I wake up to morning realities 
and whisper of the wind. The trees folded 
are static. Change is everywhere, also 
in the rubble of dust that the road side 
clears everyday. 

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.

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