Ananta Madhavan Poems
|442.||Beneath The Surface||2/4/2014|
|443.||Words For Passing Moments||2/14/2015|
|444.||Beyond Season, Mist Or Mystery||11/28/2014|
|445.||Rain On A Window Pane||8/13/2014|
|446.||Reading A Tough Book||3/28/2015|
|447.||Water Festival, Rangoon,1960||4/2/2014|
|450.||Small Poems And Echoes||2/8/2016|
|452.||Six Short Verses||12/7/2014|
|453.||Thomas Hardy's Poems||5/10/2014|
|454.||Order Out Of Chaos||2/21/2014|
|455.||'Did I Ever Exist? '||10/30/2014|
'Did I Ever Exist? '
I am not sure I ever lived, except in this imagined space,
This concoction of words that perhaps make a little sense
To a kindly heart like yours.
If I was never born,
I never died. Was I immortal
Without ever being me, a person with a body, mind and soul,
Like you, but different, a unique variant?
I am no freak, no fiction, once I was a fact,
If Time can be trusted, solar or cosmic.
My tale is sad and simple. Mother's womb
Was all the world I ever knew
Before I grew to be a person,
Rather than a form of words, your words, this ...
Others may hack and saw,
He troubled the root
With a question mark.