By Sreedevi Anumula
She makes minutes move backward lightly
glass sheets of wind above
Her eyes roll to sides
as she pushes color from her blood to
bush and breeze
old forest trembles to ware this sudden
with no sound but only sun and mixing of color.
when wind circling round hill
howls on hamlet
fish ballooning air
in its steel fins,
too tired of throwing air
in and out of her
Sreedevi Anumula writes short stories and poetry both in Telugu and English. She has published her poetry and research articles in national and international Journals. She teaches Modern British Poetry and American Literature at the Department of English, Osmania University, Hyderabad, India.
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