Ananta Madhavan


Sand Castles - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

There is no truth that is not worth the telling,
For I am too prone to forget
The sting of truth until it hurts again.

There is no love that is not worth recalling,
For I harden all too soon,
Unless affection thaw the petrified synapses.

Should I be proud or humble, seek or declaim?
What is there that I can do
To circumvent the recurrent darkness?

Two follies alternate: that of knowing
And that of rank bewilderment.
This is the time when I must summon up

The essence of my character and choose,
Knowing that any choice is foolish.
Even that knowledge is a benediction.

I have not forgotten the Saharas of Time,
The mocking laughter and the wailing waste.
But one is permitted to build sand castles.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written in youth, feeling thwarted by life's prospects, aware of one's limits. Published in a small book by Writers Workshop, Calcutta in 1968.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, February 10, 2014


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