Comments about Ananta Madhavan
A Morning Moon At Dawn
One recent evening after dusk I sat repining
My discomfitures and saw the full moon
Staring at me derisively. That night
I slept in fragments. It was almost four.
I fetched myself a glass of water.
Purblind in the darkest hour, I was surprised
By oblong blobs of enfeebled light
From the windows of our studio.
Swaying treetop twigs obscured the sky,