Saturday, 1 August 2020

Anindita Janhabee Swaro, Poetry 2020 Longlist



Alone in the streets of hue

Complexities of my mind grew


I walked and ran like a mad

Behind the woods, I was a lost lad


Into darkness, now that I was lost

Trees with green leaves covered with frost


At some distance the wolves howled

Hunger of peace, my mind growled


Crossing a stream of blue

The dark sky’s wind wasn’t the only clue


Walking for miles, I heard a voice

Melodic and fragrant, he was a choice


Right from there in the sky

He smiled at me to heal my scar


He was abstract and beautiful

I called him my lodestar…

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