Fragmented Poem
Let me gently
touch your feet.
Somewhere roses will bloom,
and children laugh.
Listen to this poem:
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We Meet
I walk ways
of paths that are ancient.
Roads bristle with briars.
The fences are warped, barbed.
And the stones that I tread
speak old songs, unheard.
I walk my own desultory ways.
You yours, yet at some togetherness destination
we meet.
Listen to this poem:
Ananya S Guha is from Shillong, India. He says,'These poems were written in "emotion recollected in tranquility".'
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