Goddess - Poem by Ananya Guha
The goddess has left this wintry afternoon
in the midst of iota of tears and some hilarity
people exchange greetings as it threatens to rain
once again.Summertime will come, cherries will blossom
everthying will be forgotten.
How we wept.
How good triumphed over evil.
How the Goddess gave benisons
and importunately left.
These are worrisome days.
We remember, only to forget.
We forget and look for fresh cycles
This festival season there was unrest.
People not so unfortunate in the eyes
of God were decimated without prayers.
Our wish fulfilments are still an erroneous dream.
Our cat walking horrendous truth, as ramparts tear
skies fall apart. Thunder knows.
Prayers are indefatigible thirst to calm down
monotony of all forms- of living.
Once again the Goddess will descend
shadows will be cast
and we will surrender to myriad hues
catacombs of vastness hammering the body
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