Living Poem by Ananya Guha

Did you know that in evening's storm
there is a puddle
and when you wade kneep deep
torrents overwhelm
torrents undo do
till light emerges.

Do you know that alms of distress
are bittersweet
dreams.

Do you know, that in leprous hands
there is calamity
and in begging bowl for alms
storm is raised.

I go to do's and dont's in weather beaten forgiveness
as cyclonic storm is only forecast.

Did you know, that in every praise there is blandishment
and in every terror salutary hope.

All these I know in intuitive moments
some call it nonsense, I call it
ceaseless whirlppool of living.