The Glass Man Poem by Ananta Madhavan
The Glass Man
Transparency is at best a doubtful virtue.
He stands with shameless candour,
Indecently attracting
Queue-scorning swarms to view his nudity.
Nor that alone: his cold, sleek body,
Stripped even of its nakedness,
Exposes to the throbbing crowd
The unseen secrets of the shell,
Fossilised with subtle care;
The mummy of a corpse unborn
Inanimately demonstrating
Lessons in anatomy.
its medical technology. This popular exhibit prompted my poem, which was published later by an Indian journal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 10:32:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful poem....Great writing..Thank you..