Change by Ananya S Guha

I wither with passing of day
not in shape or size
but in mind.
That anatomy lessens
mitigates  disbelief, or is it
outside things change.
Shops sprout and whimper
of dogs, adds to cacaphony
Too many things at a time.
This is change, progress.
The weather too changes,
moody, spellbound, otiose.

Flippant observations.

We wait for final metamorphosis.

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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