Ananta Madhavan


Reading A Tough Book - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

I trespass here
On lawns of well-mown print
And seek sometimes a flower,
Sometimes a weed…

I too have tended mine.
It is a plot of always springtime
In the far-flung empire of the burrowed earth,
Where balding roots show in transverse
The destiny of branches yearning for the touch
Of other branches.

Which freedom shall I choose?
To move in glove-tight tunnels of my digging,
Or, in my tethered longing, drink the sky?

A neat sentence nails chapters;
Personae roam in my mind, I live.


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Topic(s) of this poem: tree


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I liked thought-provoking books, but some passages were difficult.
I preferred a mix of the intellectual and the social yearnings in life.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2015



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