Oh dancing Harappan girl
Your sudden waking up
From the millenniums of oblivion
Couldn’t break our pride and empty wit,
I see the sculpture in that distant past
Examine inch by inch thy naked posture
To turn thy flesh immortal.
Oh gist of the genius,
Collective wit of the noble past,
Can you reveal the mystery
That makes the huge chasm
Of dark filthy ages-
Between the master artist who
Burned to perfection
Your glowing metallic physique
And the modern Harappan
Who in the name of division
Burn her velvet flesh itself to ashes-
Oh glory of the noble past,
Have another millennium of oblivion
And wake not till these new Harrapans
Learn some art!
- J T Jayasingh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a touchy poem to that marvellous piece of art. thanks for sharing