Love Story
I haven't yet thought
of the curtailed river
bearing fangs, with snapping
teeth, guffawing deliriously
with its possession of beastly humans
I haven't yet thought of the tornado
cresting on its fulcrum, tearing things
animals and men, to gory death
I haven't yet thought of the ghoulish monster
intruding halcyon dreams to create death knell
I haven't yet thought of the man with leprous feet
refusing my indolent stare of pity
Yet what I think of is you
with your marigold runtime
hair, caressing the undulating slopes
of these ancient hills into a one time
Love story.
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.
