“Unraveling the Illusion: Ananya S. Guha’s Poignant Exploration of Love’s Absence in Society”
In a world where despair has become entrenched, what room is left for love? The haunting lines of this poignant poem evoke a landscape where affection is overshadowed by the weight of forgotten stories and the echoes of discontent. The imagery reveals a stark juxtaposition of love’s fragility against the unyielding backdrop of pain and martyrdom. It compels us to ponder: in a place where the relentless tides of history seem to mute the very essence of connection, does love exist merely as a specter—a ghost haunting the streets, dressed in the drapes of pretense and sorrow? Join me as we delve into these evocative verses, unraveling the subtle threads that bind love, loss, and identity in a society grappling with its own shadows. If you’re intrigued, let’s move further into this exploration—LEARN MORE.
There is nothing called love
in a country where the despair of
those forgotten is a religion.
Love walks in shaded fear of oblivion
as flags of martyrdom rise in
rasping voices.
Discontent is another name,
another voice.
Love is the ghost of untruth.
We believe in the law of lawlessness.
History takes a turn in decimated voices.
Mute. Love stands clandestinely like a widow
wearing a veil of pretence.
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