Friends Don’t

by Ananya S. Guha / October 23rd, 2016

There is war
after nineteen massacred
shreds have borne fear
a surgical strike then
extirpating evil
and the planes helicopters
drone
mourn
two countries
once to be one
gone, you said
without borders,
borders work my
friend. Know your
enemy. Friends don’t.

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, October 23rd, 2016 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.