Sing, Weep

by Ananya S. Guha / January 18th, 2026

Devastated houses
The ominous barking
Of dogs augured crisis
Death?
The wind narrated stories
Of people uprooted from
Homes, or their shacks
Demolished.

Immigrants.
Sing to a prophecy
Sing to the calls of Nature
Sing to azure skies
And green trees
Sing, till the blasphemy
Brings tears to eyes
And an elegy wounds
The human soul

Sing, weep,
Weep, sing
Till the last tears
Are buried and
The houses are exhumed.

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, January 18th, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.