And I Will Mourn Hundred Deaths

by Ananya S Guha

Autumn sprinkles leaves
and they trace ways back
winding steps to school,
school's leaves thumb pages
into a hall where foreboding fears
stood, the leaves know, the steps
know, as the fields
look green and winter sprays the first
quiver of the sun.


Autumn's leaves strewn in blue green rustle
Autumn's leaves yellowing in golden hues
Autumn's leaves untrodden
Autumn's leaves crumple like quicksand
like wafer thin paper
Autumn's leaves are crackling sounds
Autumn's leaves trickle down the spine
like a sledge hammer of pain
Autumn's leaves are winged feet
Autumn's leaves will soon die.


And I will mourn hundred deaths...

© 2010 Ananya S Guha

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong, in North East India and is employed in the Indira Gandhi National Open University. His poems have been published in various magazines/ journals/ ezines in India and abroad. This poem was written, touched by the mellowing sun of Shillong's autumn.