Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He has has been writing and publishing poetry for the last thirty years. He has seven volumes of poetry to his credit and his poetry has been widely anthologized. He has been published in Gloom Cupboard, Art Arena, Other Voices Poetry, Glasgow Review, Osprey Journal, New Welsh Review, Dead Snakes, Dissident Voice, Poetry Life 7 Times, WritingRaw among many others on line journals and print magazines/ journals in India & abroad. He holds a doctoral degree on the novels of William Golding. In March... In March when dry winds arrive, and the stooping woman still continues to sell last vestiges of her fruits to the haggling, irate buyer whose bitter mouth would savour that one last taste, touch- when school children will shed off inertia and behave like this irksome wind, I will sit by the window and dream of poetry in hour glass in a transparent house of books, words, shelves with a dancing elf, and the wind's legerdemain hoisting boisterousness to write a poem, with these emerald shaped hills, standing in vastness of monoliths. History unceasing, high priests calling; the dahlias fading, and streams bursting into seams of violet hues. The winds will whisper of evenings and encrypted souls who lived in this hill town traversing history like gladiators in a war of hope. I will go to the monoliths again to see their ancient inscriptions while those sacred groves remain in muted silence, horizons of distant skies.
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