Between the gravestones,
Going with flowers,
Newspapers, minutes
In its teeth,
the march wind
suddenly returns
and then starts off again,
with some other
fragments of life
pressed to its thin chest.
Its mad rhythms
Confuse the trees
This wind is the
language
of indecision that
winter speaks when
it opens its slow mouth
to let April in.
Dark vacancies of forest fire,
Shifting planes of pollen:
Cold fills one window,
a sort of spring the other.
- MARCH is a poem by Anjum Hassan. She was born in Shillong, currently lives in Bangalore.
- In
this poem, she recreates the distinct beauty of the North East.
- A
nostalgic description of the weather brings out her sense of belonging and her
love for the place where she grew up
- She
is one of the important literary voices emerging from North Eastern States
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