Blue Serenade Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Blue Serenade

Rating: 4.5


Leave me a whisper in the wind
Or a fragrance from your tresses,
Some fugitive signature of love
To trap within my splintered mind.


Avid of treasured tokens, this
Hoarder, miser, stamp-collector,
Can still command a thought to flush
The finger-tips that burnt your face


When first we touched the molten day
And leaped to wildness, crag and creeper,
Stone will be more than stone, tree more than tree
If you could leave me but a whisper, love.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It was printed by the 'Illustrated Weekly of India' in June 1962.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Thomas Plotz 09 December 2015

The splintered mind - good sir.

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Valsa George 02 July 2015

A beautiful love poem... something rare from a man of a philosophical bent of mind! But written in 1962 justifies it though. Stone will be more than stone, tree more than tree If you could leave me but a whisper, love. Beautifully brought out the transformative power of love!

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