Ananta Madhavan


Revolutions In Life - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Because the orbit of my life subserves
A potter's wheel or roulette,
Need I suppose a motive and a root?
Spinner or turner, he who breeds movement,
Traps time and is trapped by its own rhythm;
Trips chance and is tripped by its very spin.

Maker or gambler, he who animates
The geometry of shapes returning,
Grows giddy in the number-spawning matrix
And rues the error of his gaming.

Potter or punter, he who breaks the wheel,
Breaks order and is broken into shards,
While scattered marbles run like stars unchained.
Do not contest the Season's Reason.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Wrote it in 1965, aged 32; printed in a journal called 'Thought'. I added the last line (14th) , a tribute to the sonnet form, also alluding to a concept called 'Ritu' in old Sanskrit, representing Nature's own Order, which human reason cannot fully understand.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 2, 2014



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