Protest
by Ananya S. Guha / November 8th, 2026
Bodies mangled
Shrieks of children
The school is bombed
That is how people attack
The sad part is that they
Are leaders and children
Bear the brunt of not
Their anger but animality
Who says that wars will end?
They will end only when dark
Clouds overhead will disappear
And when red is no longer colour
But blood- not blood red
Everywhere that wars are fought
The leaders are caught in tangled
Moments of violence and caprice
Then they meet and smile even laugh
As more women and children die
They cannot plead for truce
Their voices cannot be heard
Only their bodies remain, the only
Protest that they can show
By dying
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, November 8th, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.
