Poems and Poetry

Sagehood | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

House mired in quiet
childhood overlooking
plum trees ripening in
nascence doors opening
in rattling corridors
a Siamese cat half drunk
in father’s bedroom
mother’s remains lying in
her prayer room
the funeral pyre lit
I took a step forward
to sagehood.



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