Foaming Fountain Of Song Poem by Ananta Madhavan

A song slept in my heart,
Long slept the song in my heart,
Leapt the song in a spurt from my heart.

The words of the song, in Telugu,
Heard often, but hardly known,
Softly the words came and were known.

How near seems the thrill of that time;
My years race back to that time,
Demons of life, redeem that time.

A son's homage to the thrill of that song.
Once home was a resonance of song,
Foaming, foaming fountain of song.

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(For my dead parents, on hearing Thyagaraja's
'Sadinchane', a song in Raga Arabhi, one
of his 'Five Gems', from a recording, while
living in Moscow in March 1982. It was a
song I loved since I first heard it as a boy) .