Poetry at Sangam

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KT 15: Avaiyyar by Vivek Narayanan

Beat the drums   Sound the conches   Take your seats
By the age-old banyan tree    the public assembly begins
Like the fair words    of the good town of Kochar
It’s become real    my friend    Rare anklet
and white red-bladed spear   of the warrior
Bangles stacked on the girl’s forearm    Intimate escape

 

Eva Wilden: “cf. motif of anklets/bracelets + eloping”

 

 

Vivek Narayanan