A Poet Lives… by Ananya S Guha

The poet is on my mind
not death
which puts shrouds
on poets,
they who read poetry
are haunted by love
and death
those who write
have a larger death
looming in the brain
ticking away,
like the merciless clock
Bedraggled words take
away winter  time’s
shrapnel or  sadness
of lost world.
Love turns into life
of  words
Memory clashes in present
A poet lives in deadest moments.

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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