Stoked by the Wind’s Wrath…

by Ananya S. Guha / November 16th, 2025

Where have you gone?
In every granule of the earth,
Your absence is felt
At every distance, there is
Withering of seed
And the existence of a deflowered
World. Question me, tell me
You are there to guide, preventing
The shedding of blood as both
The aggressor and victim
Suffer from this mad whorl of
A limitless tainted peace.
Bombs explode, guns are plaything;
The exodus of hope. Plant this
Prayer, let it move effortlessly
Into this trauma of
Prayer. A short hope.
Stockpiling of ammunition?
The debris still haunts,
A prayer. Stoked by
The wind’s wrath.

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, November 16th, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.