Poetry from Ananya S. Guha

On the road there was

a man looked lonely

as vistas of the road

brought togetherness.

The man waited for a car

or bus. The wait, interminable.

Brought togetherness, with

childhood of days

that brought togetherness.

and recycles of lostness.

brought togetherness

the road seemed hollow

like deep within

brought togetherness.

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.

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