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.
When Gandhi Crossed Dreams
When Gandhi crossed dreams
he had just been killed
worms crept out from the soil.
Blood oozing, holding on to stomach
This great country will live for ever
in hovels, railway tracks and slums
They are my countrymen
I will see them through
their daily bread
the battling women
I will rinse of dowry, child marriage
the schools I will shade them with sun
the street children I will bestow smile
the teachers I will give classrooms
I will equip the farmer with technology
I will wreak vengeance on the strong
who have money power but no will
I said partition of Bengal would be
over my dead body
but they have killed me
not my dreams. Be you Hindu,
Christian, Buddhist, Sikh or Muslim
if you keep killing them
my body, phoenix like will rise in shambles
what will you say then?
A ghost,an apparition
in this country of warriors, ghosts and
The blood still emanating on to my
shivering body, I wiped it slowly.
Slept. Started dreaming again
of Lions and the great Warriors.