Fragrances, Memories, Cameos From New Delhi 1979 Comments

ok, i saw some comments made by 'ananta madhavan' (on other poets' poems) this year at A.M.'s poet's page, SO i guess it is a good bet that he/she? is still alive and visiting PH. so here are more comments by me. i especially enjoyed (among many) these groups of lines: Down which floats the annual parade In republican splendour and monotony. The fortress of the Secretariat Has walls two feet thick, impregnable Alike to urgency and pity. Where cranes alight en route from North to South And touch with other life a capital Whose ingrown memory suspires in tombs, ..............i don't recall ever 'hearing' the word suspire before, but i see it means breathe. .... strangers to the house, allowed to coexist In co-excluded orbits round the sun. No instrument to plot the equinox Or calculate the eclipse of the moon, Only a jumble of science-fiction shapes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ...crammed corridors.. and ....Where dazzling ladies ladle out the sweets, And gossip vies with music for the ear. ..........nice alliterations. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The merciless heat Must be defeated by strategies of sleep, and last, but not least: Why predict the past? thanks for sharing. bri :)

Very nice indeed! i stumbled on this while searching for a poem i had once read on PH about fragrances/perfumes. this turned out to not be the poem, but i did enjoy this a lot. those white-skinned girls (without bras) should come back to california where i will be waiting to watch them walk down american sidewalks, where they belong and are, perhaps, more appreciated. thanks for sharing. bri :) i would comment more, but first this question...............are you, ananta, still alive and on PH? let me know if you are, please.