On Reading Poetry Poem by Ananya Guha
On Reading Poetry
Turn those pages
turn them around
crisp, sounds words falter
turn them till words spring surprises
turn them till pages shrink into
yellow oblivion.
Turn these pages, turn around
will do the impossible.
Turn these pages, till smoke evaporates
and words are dream- reality.
Turn, turn oh dear, poems are frog- leaping
in every page
and the author rapid bystander
Is dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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