Smitten by the Land…
by Ananya S. Guha / January 25th, 2026
India is a wound
Cut deep, the bleeding
Is inside and outside,
There are strains that
The body takes, not unkindly.
The body laughs at the wound
Because India is an unkempt
Wound proliferating,
To different parts of the body,
The country.
An age old atavistic wound
Symbolises the blood that
Runs deeply through veins;
It is not only the poor who suffer
But the ignorant and unwise
Steeped in some discord
Of an unquiet wound.
India is a hapless wound,
Signifying territories of unending
Songs, sung with tears,
While the wound grows…
Smitten by the land and people.
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, January 25th, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.
