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The Winds | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

The winds have arrived
derived from mother sun
and these ancient rock-fastened hills
treading mills
the winds take a plunge into the water,
what does it matter?
The wind does not feel
like a keel it hovers around
for posterity, and these hills of antediluvian rocks on wing
whispering pine trees feel its earthly sting.

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