Oh dancing Harappan girl <br />Your sudden waking up <br />From the millenniums of oblivion <br />Couldn’t break our pride and empty wit, <br />I see the sculpture in that distant past <br />Examine inch by inch thy naked posture <br />To turn thy flesh immortal. <br /> <br />Oh gist of the genius, <br />Collective wit of the noble past, <br />Can you reveal the mystery <br />That makes the huge chasm <br />Of dark filthy ages- <br />Between the master artist who <br />Burned to perfection <br />Your glowing metallic physique <br />And the modern Harappan <br />Who in the name of division <br />Burn her velvet flesh itself to ashes- <br /> <br />Oh glory of the noble past, <br />Have another millennium of oblivion <br />And wake not till these new Harrapans <br />Learn some art! <br /> <br />- J T Jayasingh<br /><br />J thampi Jayasingh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-on-the-dancing-girl/
