Ananta Madhavan Poems

Vapours hover.
Rinsed in a shower
The air is muslin.
The sky hoards mischief
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Moth on bark or parakeet on bough,
Seeming other than they are,
Teach us that nature loves deceit;
Yet priggish man exalts the truth,
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English learnt as a foster tongue
Invites the novice to compose
An original masterpiece,
It need not be in prose,
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The moon sometimes puts on a ruddy face
With mocking look or sarcastic grimace.
Sometimes it seems to frown as if to reprimand
The antics of a rabid mob in a lawless land.
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February advances, the shortest month this leaping year.
The aroma of spring, but the same day can show
Winter and summer compacted in a change of mood.
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Touristic images pursue me in a town,
Perhaps in Culver City, Beverly Hills,
Where highways and cars have shaped
The lives of folks in varied strata.
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Wait for the choler to get cooler.
Easy to find reasons for disaffection.
It wasn't our fault.We seldom say Sorry
Or Thank you, because we have already
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There are times when one is bereft of thought,
Rational or fancied,
A sense of being voided in mind and spirit,
Freed from sense of duty, social or private.
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Lady, there's a decoy on your Life Line.
(Your palm is a thrush in mine)
I cannot tell you now what it portends.
(We shall be no more than friends)
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