Poems and Poetry

Incredulous Dreams | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Today my centurion of ages
the poem lies stifled somewhere in corners of memory, age, disbelief.
I summon it in clusters of houses, in window panes of a house where pine trees whistle with the blowing wind. And, in my grisly dreams a poem wants sustenance, simply to share incredulous dreams.



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