Leavening thoughts
and rains make these hills
glassy eyed.
Awashed.
Hills look at rains askance
and history is these hills
rain washed.
I take out my piper dreams
as fanatic rains gorge these hills
all in penumbra silence.
Fog enters them amidst rains
of incarnadine hues.
About the Author
Ananya S Guha
Joined: 25 Aug, 2015 | Location: , India
I have been writing poetry for the last thirty years. My poems have been published in various journals/ magazines & ezines. I am currently a Regional Director in the Indira Gandhi National Open University. I am also a freelance writer.I have six&...
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