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This Winter Time ...

A Poem by:

Ananya S. Guha

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The wind is a holocaust

Memory seems mired

in spate of doubt

How many winters do we traverse

with the wind's reminder

and, darkness

Scalding nights will know

dogs will know


This winter, will it be different

as your eyes

refuse recognition of the past

Is life light as you lie buried

in interiors of the self?

How I wish I were like you,

my friend; as this desire to search

is another moribund quest

Only poetry in this winter time

Can answer, stamped with

skeleton marks.


Ananya S. Guha
Copyright © 2004

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