Ananta Madhavan


Lost City, ''Poom-Puhar'


A fallen city will not be effaced,
But drags you to its fallen doom, a place
You might have resurrected in a dream
Of fallen towers and battlements and dunes.

Ruins call in shadowed solitude.
Abandoned streets, where gusty doors complain
To you, who were the last inhabitant
And wandered on the pitted battlements
Alone, for whom the treachery of time's
A fallen city in a fallen dream.

Here are no sea-marks, no postcards on sale,
No scabrous excavations that accuse,
Only the baying sea, at which a girl
Once threw sand when puppy waves presumed.

Submitted: Thursday, February 06, 2014

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Written in 1966, when touring the south-eastern shore of peninsular India, where this great city was reportedly washed away long ago.

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  • Veteran Poet - 2,983 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (2/6/2014 10:10:00 PM)

    the beautiful city described in our Tamil literature...In those days our people's staple food was lentil (ulunthu) in one of those poems it was described the walls of the houses were splashed with the mud, while the chariots and carts were driven on the road, in which the cooked water from the ulunthu was discarded continuously.. the scene just describes that our people were well fed with protein, (as far as my scientific brain is concerned) which our Indian kids lack now, as our modern food contains only carbohydrate...

    thank you for the beautiful anecdote... (Report) Reply

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