Poems and Poetry

Poem for These Hills | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Typical, your weather
smitten by love
now the wind rushes
untimely, ungainly,
you were a near disaster
the day the quake shook you,
me, your culverts, your innards, the wind is stoic, promises change in a pedestrian’s cleft.
Leave me alone in these hills, knowing only that the
earthquake may or may not arrive in these longitudinal hills of rock stone mingling with dust and sprinkled colours.

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