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Where Did You Go

 

where did you go this summer
only flapping of wings
signaled departure
awaiting arrival is cataclysm
if you don’t arrive, then only
the high winds of the seas
will roar and the flapping
of wings berating the soul
will continue, ominously

but when you do (arrive)
my tonsured head will
be a prayer in hope, living,
giving, while the sea waves
continue to roar, in a brief
schism of my heart.

 
 
Ananya S Guha writes from Shillong, INDIA.

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