Prayer

by Ananya S. Guha / February 22nd, 2026

Lord the incessant summer
Rains will arrive and floods will submerge
Houses and cattle,
People will continue to live
Off anything they get, like
Raw vegetables, and the children
Will demand more of nothing;
Which is everything you want in desiccated Lands and a warring
World. But do these tiny villages
Understand war, territory and
Bombs?
Do they need to?
Their dreams exist in vast peripheries
Of minds sodden with grief
And, hope.

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, February 22nd, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.