Toys Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Toys
I sit like a child
Building word-blocks
And pile them up high -
A nose-scraper, no less;
But the tower in the myth is doomed to fall.
I sit like a child
Playing word-trains;
On twisted tracks
the wheels come loose;
But the journey in the tale will never end.
on 29 December 1964, with the title, 'Toys'. Dedicated to my son,
then 18 months old.
Stunning poem that shook me to my core. Evocative and engaging, simplistic but deep at the same time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 11:20:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful write with great lines....Really nice!