Saturday, March 21, 2020

Ananya S Guha writes

Fallen Skies

We have another day in our hands
where afternoons will submerge in seas 
when otiose skies will submerge in conflagration
where the sun will sink over a town
and foothills hasten the night 
there will be movements all around
the dark, the light and grey 
where tall monoliths will babble history 
and I will take a step out of a world 
of infancy. Mine and yours weighed down 
by footprints in roads that never end.
Whisper the truth with dangling clouds 
smirking at fallen skies.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Join the conversation! What is your reaction to the post?