Poems and Poetry

Plague | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

And it is here now
the handcuffs which
will take one to a home
not prison, home
which shelters truth
speaks in rasping voices
and tells you that protests
are no mere ideology.
Only voices
raise them in homes
homes of fetters, homes
where truth unleashes plague.

☼ This site keeps going through the kind support of people like you.