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Water | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Masthead, ship sails
now, it’s brimming with water
this town. Flooded with hopes
that you will return and restore sanity to my oblivious
dreams.

water casts a spell on stooping women collecting in buckets in a rush, while husbands fume at home. I am not one of them. water is sacrosanct, but I can live amidst these incantations of the rain waiting for a cyclonic storm.



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