Blues- Prayer

something is amiss
someone is missing
someone is dying
trees whisper
in the wind,
rains look askance,
there will be a storm
grass grows,
we eat out of habit
we work because
we can't do otherwise -
let's recant all those tales
those promises
those words of love
we must belie truths
we must...

and in this enormity
of heavings and tears
we stand in supplication...

a prayer comes hurtling
in the wind.

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong. He works in the IGNOU. He has been writing and publishing his poetry in English for the last twenty five years, both in India and overseas.