Ananta Madhavan Poems

In a world where everything is unique,
Unrepeatable, beyond copying by camera,
Beyond reprography by Xerox or forgery,
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New are my eyes from sleep or tear-laved sorrow,
Awaiting a transient Tomorrow and Tomorrow.
I am reconciled to being just a nameless cog,
But hope that dream or trance allows a monologue.
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They know their seasons. Our trees began to sense
It was time to sprout buds, to summon up from roots
Their gushing zest for the fresh breath of spring;
Leaves emerge on bare branches, soft as baby hair.
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Life will be
A page to me,
A page which I must fill
According to my skill,
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Why run out of themes, would-be writer?
I glance through Thomas Hardy's verses.
Wish I could write them out anew:
'After a Journey'
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He quoted from the stars as though that proved the point;
Sensing drama in the turn of a car at the gateway,
Or the fall of a letter on the doormat,
Like a sigh of desolate waiting;
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To know a face
Return a thousand times,
And scrutinise
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1. Airport


Painter fog prepares the broad glass panes.
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Fire builders, we shall pile the twigs
Here in this square of sacrifice,
Here in this place of sacrifice,
Here in this home of fire
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