Poems and Poetry

I Am a Stone in These Hills | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

I am a stone in these hills
I am a monument shrouded
myth encoded, in these hills
I am the rock of passion
cloud of vision, in these hills
I walk across summer, winter and spring in these time-blasted hills
I cut across deliriousness into winter-wounded songs
in these hills
I change colours of night
I change colours of day
in these hills
I am a chorus of voices
bird song of noises
in unwavering places, in these hills
their roads cannot escape their lies cannot lull me
into a gathering dusk of sleep.


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