Children Weep

by Ananya S. Guha / August 10th, 2025

Let the strip of Gaza be
a barren land
Let not the blood there
trouble your conscience
But let it be a relic of history
built on the monument of
past, present and future
Let the mounds of bodies
there be a sacrament of truth
Till you scratch the surface to
unravel the miasma of warring
factions
Holocaust, is this a Holocaust
or is it simply red, the colour of
Silver or gold, the way people
are cast in slaughter houses
Even as I write this
children weep for Gaza

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, August 10th, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.