To The Editor

by Ananya S. Guha / April 3rd, 2016

Sir,
the grass grows
so does nationalism
amidst talk of rationalism
some are rabid
some are vapid
I love my country
who will understand me?
I am not rewriting history
to me it is a mystery
I understand God
but not God men or women.
Sir,
To me all this is bad omen.
Sir, now I am told that all I read
was wrong, shall I burn my books
give them to the rooks
my degree
my filigree
and all that is left of me?
Truly yours,
in despondency.

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. Read other articles by Ananya S..

This article was posted on Sunday, April 3rd, 2016 at 8:01am and is filed under Poetry.