Poems and Poetry

Opening a Book | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

You went home years back
to come back, write a poem
while me with fettered hands
could not. What you wrote
was unleashing pages of history
and me a stoic philosopher
only read, did not understand, poetry was writing off debts, and
opening a book of the past, present.

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