Ananta Madhavan - Toys

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.

Ananta Madhavan

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