LOST WORLD*

Lost World (poem by Anuradha Bhattacharyya)

The leaves on the grass shed

Off the branches,

The pearl in the sand taken

From the oyster,

The gurgle from the spring

Separated,

The young from its home

Gone riding to the farthest

End of inspiration,

Wiping out all traces of its descent,

Wiping out the froth

Of past glory.

                     In its travel down the sky,

                     In its affinity with the grass,

                     It sings to the sand

                     A ballad

                     Spun from utopian dreams –

                     Forgetting becomes a melody

                     Without festering fetters,

                     A calm claim to live a new planet.

*First published in Amaravati Poetic Prism 2016