Change by Ananya S Guha

I wither with passing of day
not in shape or size
but in mind.
That anatomy lessens
mitigates  disbelief, or is it
belief;
outside things change.
Shops sprout and whimper
of dogs, adds to cacaphony
Too many things at a time.
This is change, progress.
The weather too changes,
moody, spellbound, otiose.

Flippant observations.

We wait for final metamorphosis.

Ananya S Guha

Ananya S Guha ( 1957) lives in Shillong, in North East India. He has been writing poetry and publishing his poems over thirty years.

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