Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He is currently Regional Director at the Indira Gandhi National Open University. He has been writing poetry and publishing his poems for over thirty years. Mother Mother the days In winter I remember Across pebbled roads And half lit markets Golden oranges springing forth And the fish with beady eyes You would choose and haggle And winter spruced in Shillong Would come to an end slowly Somewhere in my mind With rush of school The market would wither and die As monsoon rains ceaselessly Would take over The town changes with Malls I wonder how you would shop now With an ATM or walk across fliers In cities The chimney you sat in front of Is now museum piece The green pines do not look so green The hills distraught having witnessed change The moaning wind still hovers though rapaciously But those wolves that you spoke Of have disappeared into silence Of certainty The cobbled lanes look stoned The town is a relic The people bizarre And rains bring fiesta of delight With adventurous puddles Fruits ripen slowly Schools have mannequins It is good that you are not here.
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