Memory Takes Wings
Where did they come from, the poems?
From the written word, tormentor of feelings
The spoken sometimes a defaulter?
The weather, a beaten rose?
In early morning's awakened holocaust
The grey dusty Radiant Reader
Plugging its way to school with monotony?
The school hall brooding over boys
In grey- green uniforms...
Messiahs of sad spirit
They still brood, these poems
Music of lives, my life
And
Memory saunters
Takes wings.
ANANYA S. GUHA lives in Shillong, a beautiful hill station, nestled among hills, forests and pine trees. His poems in English have been published in both print and online, in India and overseas.
