Magic Myths

by Ananya S. Guha / February 1st, 2026

One more Republic Day
Comes and I stand alone
By the tri coloured national
Flag, while teeming millions
Have just another day,desultorily
Moving in sluggish ways
Amidst traffic that gets impatient
To see flag hoisting.
Opening up vistas of memories
Internecine trouble, wars fought
And pavement dwellers seeking
Retribution from blood coloured
Soil.
Yet before this there was an Independence
Day of effete mutinies.
Smile. You have a history of seventy nine years, after the incendiary British left,
A country broken with plethora of conflict;
These Republic or Independence Days
Come every year with tears of the past
Remaining only as rugged memories.
Memories of a severed country. Blood letting,
Incantation: Break the past,
Tear up the present,
Let the monumental take over;
In a gibberish of words, transcending
Magic myths.

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 1st, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.