The night is lonely
No traffic or young people
To cause a din
The hills sleep in comfort
I can sense them
Only the rain can disrupt
It tends to come late when
The night is quiet
Why do the rains disturb silence?
I can feel them coming, pouring
Like the waterfalls by these hills
The story of the hills is reclusive
Their terrain tires of people
Wants only quietude
In solitariness and in it I
Merge myself into silence
The silence that is unbearable
Only the rains, disruptive elements
Can break this
Incognito
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Ananya S Guha
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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