Poetry

April 9, 2019 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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By

Ananya S Guha

 

 

 

Unwritten Manifestos

 

 

Rat a tat tat

Elections are round

the corner, picking holes

smearing mud, throwing

words which melt into snow

And it piles up this catastrophe

When will words end and

polls begin?

Our votes are now tongue tied

they will come alive on the day

when voices unleash truths.

Of course numbers, count as

much as you can.

Till then all are lies

Till then watch media reporting.

 

It is coming the day

we will vote the hell

out of them

and if we don’t or can’t

the media will report

how we stayed away indolent people

because we don’t want to tell the truth

that we don’t want

 

No let the day come

we will enter slyly and

then vote and show off

that we voted

our ideologies will be secret

what if we don’t have them

but we will tell the truth in our manifestos

Unwritten.

 

 

 

 

 

Ananya S Guha

Ananya S Guha was born and brought up in Shillong, North East India. He has seven collections of poetry and his poems have been published worldwide. They have also been featured in several anthologies. He is also a columnist, critic and editor. He now is a Regional Director at the Indira Gandhi National Open University and holds a doctoral degree on the novels of William Golding.

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