“Rising Waters, Whispered Words: Ananya S. Guha’s Poetic Exploration of Nature’s Fury”
In the rich tapestry of poetry, where every word carries the weight of thought and emotion, we often find ourselves grappling with the juxtaposition of beauty and despair. The piece we’re diving into captures this synergy beautifully, contrasting vivid imagery—like “despoiled leaves” and “echoes of the wind”—with the stark realities of suffering and anonymity. It poses an unsettling question: in a world overflowing with calamity, who truly cares? As we navigate our poetic musings, don’t we sometimes feel our words might pale against the harshness of human experience? This introspection leads us to consider our role as creators—are we merely observers, or do we hold power in our pens? Join me as we unravel the poignant layers within this evocative piece. It’s a journey that’s not only about reading poems but also about understanding the upheavals that often inspire them. LEARN MORE.
Despoiled leaves,
memory corners lurk;
the past in a wish list, as echoes
of the wind saunter
in cleavages, who knows
what? Who does or does not?
Kills or kills not,
suddenly flood waters
are stained with red.
We write poems while people, flood-driven in a country, lie in
an anonymous heap. Who cares or cares not?
