I cannot survive the past
It appears hauntingly
Every time I think I have
Dismissed it from my dreams
I don’t claim to have forgotten it
Only the rainstorm picks at my brains
And takes me to washed trees;
Forever in my mind these dreams-
They recant the past
I don’t
They tell me to look at the present
I can’t, I am a mere survivor
In dreams of the past
With a begging bowl
Asking for alms
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Ananya S Guha
Picture Nick Victor
Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong a hill town in North East India. He has been writing and publishing poetry for over forty years.
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