mythology poems

I enter world of Gods
Caucasian, Roman they stare
the world of myths swirl
I plumb the depths into seas
torpedoed by time, ancient artillery and chariots crossing. Nowhere
are demons. The suntanned world of Roman and Greek Gods, plunging
into history
and books I read as a child.
A world agog with excitement of times.
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Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong, a small hill town in North East
India. He did his Masters in English and doctoral on the novels of
William Golding. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for
over thirty years. His works have appeared in Art Arena, Other Voices, Muse India, Kritya, Up The Stair Case, Odd Ball Magazine, 1947 Journal, Dead Snakes, UFO Gigolo, Scarlet Review, TigerShark, Post Colonial Text, Poetry, Life And Times, The Commonline Journal, Gloom Cupboard among a host of others. He writes book reviews, articles on education, distance education and vocational education. He is currently a Regional Director in India’s Indira Gandhi National Open University.