Poems and Poetry

Romanticism | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

All goes between your walking ways
a sniffing dog
a waylaid hog,
I am in time’s metre
better get the heater
in this wintry clime
where mattering most is time
looking through eyes
which look outward,
dying a natural death
on a nineteenth century
heath.



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