Crows
It was a day of awful
black crows, nestling
by the side, cawing.
They hovered in a frenzy,
went out to the rains
to have a bath.
Sloshed, drenched
they came back
with their antics.
Somnambulists,
they stand on an edge
of a precipice; taking
you with their gauche,
black-coloured bodies.
You are afloat watching them.
They are mirrors, in which
we are cadavers.
Ananya S. Guha lives in Shillong in North East India and works in the Indira Gandhi National Open University. He has four collections of poetry to his credit. In addition, his poems have appeared in four anthologies of poetry, and several print/online magazines such as Indian Literature, Kavya Bharati, Chandrabhaga, The Telegraph, Femina, New Quest, Journal Of Indian Writing In English, The Statesman, Poesis, Poetry Chronicle, New Welsh Review, Glasgow Review, Osprey Journal, Gloom Cupboard, Muse India, etc. He also writes for newspapers and magazines on education and subjects of general interest.
It was a day of awful
black crows, nestling
by the side, cawing.
They hovered in a frenzy,
went out to the rains
to have a bath.
Sloshed, drenched
they came back
with their antics.
Somnambulists,
they stand on an edge
of a precipice; taking
you with their gauche,
black-coloured bodies.
You are afloat watching them.
They are mirrors, in which
we are cadavers.
Ananya S. Guha lives in Shillong in North East India and works in the Indira Gandhi National Open University. He has four collections of poetry to his credit. In addition, his poems have appeared in four anthologies of poetry, and several print/online magazines such as Indian Literature, Kavya Bharati, Chandrabhaga, The Telegraph, Femina, New Quest, Journal Of Indian Writing In English, The Statesman, Poesis, Poetry Chronicle, New Welsh Review, Glasgow Review, Osprey Journal, Gloom Cupboard, Muse India, etc. He also writes for newspapers and magazines on education and subjects of general interest.
