Love Story ...

 by Ananya S Guha

I haven't yet thought
of the curtailed river

bearing fangs, with snapping 

teeth, guffawing deliriously, 

with its possession of beastly humans 

I haven't yet thought of the tornado

cresting on its fulcrum, tearing 

things animals and men, to gory death 

I haven't yet thought of the ghoulish monster 

intruding halcyon dreams to create death knell

I haven't yet thought of the man with leprous feet 

refusing my indolent stare of pity

Yet what I think of is you

with your marigold runtime 

hair, caressing the undulating slopes

of these ancient hills into a one time

Love story.


© 2010 Ananya S Guha

Ananya S Guha is from Shillong, India