Ananta Madhavan

Mist And Light - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

This is a season when we are unsure
Of the changing climate’s hidden role.
Mid-November in Mysuru this year
Defies weather reports and forecasts.
Rain, long awaited, showered abundance
But the over-plus has also smothered us.
I like the early morning mist that hides the hill
In a tussar-silk sari, pallid grey. Life is still,
Particulars are erased.

Cloud-continents and fluffy pillows loom;
But I wait to see the stand-still ruptured
By sieved sunlight daubing streaks of colour
On the grey-wash of the sky. All things change,
And assume their wonted shapes and forms,
Their own identities, their distinct codes.
I have no time to be bored.

Tragedies happen everywhere.
The whipped bullock drags the heavy cart of hay,
A coughing youth must come on time to work,
Or forfeit his wages for the day,
And lose his dignity, when his kids and wife go hungry.
A small girl is ‘outed’ from the game by classmates;
A family of four is expelled from home
Because they cannot pay the room-rent.
A town is ransacked in a riot.
Each life is different, each sorrow
Deserves a modicum of sympathy.

The mist is lifting, now I see
The hill-crest in its multiple indents;
The granite of a rock-face is as distinct
As in a portrait of an aged peasant.

All life is bonded; every life is worth
Its difference and claim to identity.

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Topic(s) of this poem: girl, home, season

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written partly in revulsion against violent and lawless mobs, as the world could see in the carnage in Paris in November,2015.

Comments about Mist And Light by Ananta Madhavan

  • Gajanan Mishra (11/19/2015 6:37:00 PM)

    all life is bonded, every life is worth, good one.. (Report) Reply

    (11/19/2015 9:08:00 PM)

    Thank you for your encouragement. I see you have posted hundreds of verses and that you care for
    things like writing, courtesy, orderly living. Somehow the titles of new work
    I send is not listed, as in this case, 'Mist and Light', recently.
    . You have a poem bout 'a good poet', and one on 'Self-control': laudable values..
    Maybe we should try and write about our ownl feelings and individual impressions,
    not to be didactic, but to nudge readers to trust their special individual reactions.
    With best wishes, A. Madhavan

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  • (11/18/2015 10:23:00 PM)

    Narration of motley moods of nature and their impact is Superb.A philosophic touch to the verse given at places multiplies it's beauty and depth. Enjoyed the poem tremendously. Thanks for sharing.10++ points. (Report) Reply

    (11/19/2015 12:55:00 AM)

    Thank you sincerely, Poet Ratnakar Mandlik. I am particularly grateful to you as the first reader of my
    new poem, Mist and Light, so soon after it was posted in PH. I see that you have published your poems in small books and keep writing, with your experience maturing in Pune in retired life. Pl. see
    if you like some of my recent work, and tell me of your new poems like the Ode to Nature. Best wishes
    from A. Madhavan

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 18, 2015

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