Poem 1 by Ananya S Guha

Mother
hyacinths fade
these hills are
no longer questioning
accepting me as I am
what I was, roguish ways
trickster but lover all the
same,their lover.
And, how you loved
tanning on the front
of the  house
in a   makeshift
breakfast room
as I mounted
on these blue jagged
hills, with winter
giving another chance
to love.

ananya-s-guha
Ananya S Guha ( 1957) lives in Shillong, in North East India. He has been writing poetry and publishing his poems over thirty years.

 

 

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