In mornings there is explosion
a certain humming, a certain resistance
to the sun or thunder
cars, frantic have rollicking time
school kids think that morning is cessation
but, soon there will be shadows
and lingering dust
dogs’ tails will wag
mornings are premeditated action
a liitle discernment
and mornings will take to paths
unscented.
In morning
she takes position near
the bus stand, vegetables she sells
may or may not ( sell)
but mornings are arcades of hope
and in this city, mornings have the luminous
mornings have smell of flowers
mornings are creepy mirages of another day.
In Mornings.
Ananya S Guha has been born and brought up in Shillong, India and works in India’s National Open University, the Indira Gandhi National Open University. His poems in English have been published world wide. He also writes for newspapers and magazines/ web zines on matters ranging from society and politics to education. He holds a doctoral degree on the novels of William Golding. He edits the poetry column of The Thumb Print Magazine, and has published seven collections of poetry.
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