Ananta Madhavan


Toys - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

I sit like a child
Building word-blocks
And pile them up high -
A nose-scraper, no less;
But the tower in the myth is doomed to fall.


I sit like a child
Playing word-trains;
On twisted tracks
the wheels come loose;
But the journey in the tale will never end.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

An early poem, printed in the New York Herald Tribune, Paris edition,
on 29 December 1964, with the title, 'Toys'. Dedicated to my son,
then 18 months old.

Comments about Toys by Ananta Madhavan

  • Freshman - 993 Points Mallika Achuthan Menon (5/3/2014 1:59:00 AM)

    Beautiful write with great lines....Really nice! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 194 Points Anand Brown (4/30/2014 1:37:00 AM)

    Stunning poem that shook me to my core. Evocative and engaging, simplistic but deep at the same time. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 30, 2014


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