Poems and Poetry

Dreams | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

This is not the time
for earthly wanderlust
grass is green
trees are serene
the storm will come
and break all shackles
of childhood. You will then remember,
how dreams walk on water
with me, you
treading the catamaran.

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