Weatherbeaten Days - Poem by Ananya Guha
riverines are deep
and waterfalls echo
sounds. as the mist unfurls
flowers droop, lightning strikes.
death is a prey.
come what may.
in winter there is blessing
with the year ending
that a new one will break
the cycle of happenings
and new ones (happenings) will take place
but the river will still spout
venom.floods will devour the hungry
angry, the pacific
weatherbeaten days never end.
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