Poem 5 by Ananya S Guha

I’d rather die
than see these
hills decapitated
they are cutting down forests
suppose they behead  these
hills with their neat chop
whom will I look at
how will colours change
green, blue,pristine dark
how will I hold this cup
of  wine, sitting on the terrace
mulling over poetry,poets
and aroma of words?
When a child,mother said
these are not dogs barking
but hyenas or wolves
as Laitumkhrah, somnambulist
walked steadily in my carping  dreams.

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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