Shadows
by Ananya S. Guha / June 7th, 2026
The minister says
The next ten years
Will be tough
When was it ever easy?
I suppose is only a saga
In the history of a nation’s progress
Trying hard to forget
That left overs of food are never eaten
But kept in a museum’s relics
Let’s spend these ten years
Praying
In the meantime let wars be fought so that History is written
In a befitting manner
For children to study
And then forget…
Poverty how can we blasphemously
Talk of poverty when we speak of
The twentieth century and infinite progress?
The rag pickers are consigned to
A multitude of day dreams
Let’s murder those dreams
And wars continue
In continuity of those dreams
Flickering in dark shadows of the night
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, June 7th, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.
