Broken Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMD NOPQRSTUVW XRWMW WWWYMZD A2B2 WWDDC WDFI WC2D2YD2E2DZEF2YWWG2 H2I2 DWWWJ2WWK2W

Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with soundA
The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birdsB
His voice is a sharp sword slicing and thrusting everywhereC
It darts like lightening no knowing where it will go whenD
He sets deadly traps for himself then cuts them awayE
The courtiers listen in amazement give frequent gasps of praiseF
Only the old king Pratap Ray sits like wood unmovedG
Haraj Lal is the only singer he likes all others leave him coldH
From childhood he has spent so long listening to him singI
Rag Kafi during holi cloud songs during the rainsJ
Songs for Durga at dawn in autumn songs to bid her farewellK
His heart swelled when he heard them and his eyes swam with tearsL
And on days when friends gathered and filled the hallM
There were cowherds' songs of Krsna in raags Bhupali and MultanD
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So many nights of wedding festivity have passed in that royal houseN
Servants dressed in red hundreds of lamps alightO
The bridegroom sitting shyly in his finery and jewelsP
Young friends teasing him and whispering in his earQ
Before him singing raag Sahana sits Baraj LalR
The king's heart is full of all those days and songsS
When he hears some other singer he feels no chord insideT
No sudden magical awakening of memories of the pastU
When Pratap Ray watches Kasinath he just sees his wagging headV
Tune after tune after tune bu none with any echo in the heartW
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Kasinath asks for a rest and the singing stops for a spaceX
Pratap Ray smilingly turns his eyes to Baraj LalR
He puts his mouth to his ear and says 'Dear ustadW
Give us a song as songs ought to be this is no song at allM
It's all tricks and games like a cat hunting a birdW
We used to hear songs in the old days today they have no idea '-
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Old Baraj Lal white haired white turban on his headW
Bows to the assembled courtiers and slowly takes his seatW
He takes the tanpura in his wasted heavily veined handW
And with lowered head and closed eyes begins raag Yaman kalyapY
His quavering voice is swallowed by the enormous hallM
Is like a tiny bird in a storm unable to fly for all it triesZ
Pratap Ray sitting to the left encourages him again and againD
'Superb bravo ' he says in his ear 'sing out loud '-
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The courtiers are inattentive some whisper amongst themselvesA2
Some of them yawn some doze some go off to their roomsB2
Some of them call to servants 'Bring the bookah bring some pan '-
Some fan themselves furiously and complain of the heatW
They cannot keep still for a minute they shuffle or walk aboutW
The hall was quiet before but every sort of noise has grownD
The old man's singing is swamped like a frail boat in a typhoonD
Only his shaky fingering of the tanpura shows it is thereC
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Music that should rise on its own joy from the depths of the heartW
Is crushed by heedless clamour like a fountain under a stoneD
The song and Baraj Lal's feelings go separate waysF
But he sings for all he is worth to keep up the honour of his kingI
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One of the verses of the song has somehow slipped from his mindW
He quickly goes back tries to get it right this timeC2
Again he forgets it is lost he shakes his head at the shameD2
He starts the song at the beginning again he has to stopY
His hand trembles doubly as he prays to his teachers nameD2
His voice quakes with distress like a lamp guttering in a breezeE2
He abandons the words of the song and tries to salvage the tuneD
But suddenly his wide mouthed singing breaks into loud criesZ
The intricate melody goes to the winds the rhythm is swept awayE
Tears snap the thread of the song cascade like pearlsF2
In shame he rests his head on the old tanpura in his lapY
He has failed to remember a song he weeps as he did as a childW
With brimming eyes king Pratap Ray tenderly touches his friendW
'Come let us go from here ' he says with kindness and loveG2
They leave that festive hall with its hundreds of blinding lightsH2
The two old friends go outside holding each other's handsI2
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Baraj says with hands clasped 'Master our days are goneD
New men have come now new styles and customs in the worldW
The court we kept is deserted only the two of us are leftW
Don't ask anyone to listen to me now I beg you at your feet my lordW
The singer along does not make a song there has to be someone who hearsJ2
One man opens his throat to sing the other sings in his mindW
Only when waves fall on the shore do they make a harmonious soundW
Only when breezes shake the woods do we hear a rustling in the leavesK2
Only from a marriage of two forces does music arise in the worldW
Where there is no love where listeners are dumb there never can be song '-

Rabindranath Tagore



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