Poems and Poetry

Ghost | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

The violence is happening
the way crackers pose as
bombs, is sign of one more
war — on streets, in restaurants and show rooms.
Even mannequins are not safe.
Pose as one
but be sure that violence
is not averted.

Trees spell doom.
The skies are unearthly
gawkish desires are truth
and away from their circumference
hovers the ghost.


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