Ananta Madhavan

Triangular - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

On Sanchi hill a sedentary Buddha
With eyes turned inward, eyes of introspection,
Did not perceive a play of ironies
Enacted on his lap, but I was witness:
There I observed a jaunty tourist couple
Prancing among the uncommenting ruins;
Anon the wench espied the awesome figure,
Lost in a stony trance, so photogenic.
She sate herself with amorous abandon
Upon the lust-less thighs, and nestled closer,
(Her glasses like a pair of death-head sockets) ,
He snapped her thus in that adulterous posture,
Unmindful of the sacrilege, but jealous.

Topic(s) of this poem: traveling

Poet's Notes about The Poem

1953. I was a young visitor in Sanchi. I disliked camera-eyed tourism.

Comments about Triangular by Ananta Madhavan

  • Rookie - 29 Points Joanne Teague (4/7/2014 12:53:00 AM)

    Nice work here, though slightly disheartening. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 7, 2014

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