Curfew
by Ananya S. Guha / December 20th, 2015
In the curfew
mist lifts
road are besotted by stray dogs policemen
and inside houses
the television waits
announcing finally of let up of hours
Three more dead
situation is ‘normal’
swirling around heads, in
“sensitive” areas
normalcy has too many
wounds and gashes
needs to be hospitalized
along with the living
the dead need to be morgued
their memories to be written in graves
and they pointing accusing
fingers at skies
the killers are guilty
of not killing more
the administration is happy
that things were “tight”
loosen, slowly from clutches of the dead,
they need resurrection.
Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India, where he was born and brought up. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years. His poetry has been published in both electronic and print formats such as: Indian Literature, Other Voices, Osprey Journal, Glasgow Review, The Literary Nest, Up The Staircase, Asia Writes, Art Arena, Praxis Online, Muse India, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, The Peeking Cat Magazine, Post Colonial Text among others. He has also written widely on educational and social matters. He has ten collections of poetry and his poetry has been anthologized in various collections of Indian poetry in English. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding.
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This article was posted on Sunday, December 20th, 2015 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
