My Country My People Modern Indian Epic -1 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB C D E F G E H I J K L M N O P I Q R S R T U V W D X Y Z A2 D B2 G C2 D2 E2 F2 G2 H2 P I2 A2 O E J2 K2| My Country My people Modern Indian Epic | A |
| Canto Poem | B |
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| A hand rises out of the dawn the hand | C |
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| of the toiler of time it is raised dipped in the | D |
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| Blood and sweat of human fields it scatters sindoor | E |
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| to long shadows and distances | F |
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| I open my eyes and from my little window | G |
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| greet the birds and clouds flying about in the air | E |
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| I fling a sigh at them that all my dreams | H |
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| Are only their wings I share the loving gift of | I |
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| Sun my day with them | J |
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| I am born out of the grain | K |
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| I live for the grain and dead I go back into the grain I make | L |
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| Poems with molecules of sounds and like glass | M |
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| Made out of particles of sand lilt them into tunes | N |
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| With yarn which dreams of colours I | O |
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| Weave saris to drape women of my country and | P |
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| Release them like butterflies in the meadows of | I |
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| Human life | Q |
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| I make ships launch them in the oceans | R |
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| To carry and go flying my people s flags | S |
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| I lay roads into dreams I build mansions | R |
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| Into the clouds with my life I raise massive walls | T |
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| On the frontiers of my country high into the chest | U |
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| Of our enemies | V |
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| I give shapes forms and voices to rocks | W |
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| And release them from silences I plough all the | D |
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| Fields of human life what beauty have I not | X |
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| Created with this hand What thing on earth did | Y |
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| Not surrender to this hand But this hand has | Z |
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| Remained ever empty | A2 |
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| I had no place in bygone history and the | D |
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| Present history has no scruples Why I build dams | B2 |
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| Why I till lands I do not know | G |
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| I live in zero but I walk along Man | C2 |
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| Man is the walking tree whose roots have changed | D2 |
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| Into legs Had I remained a tree I could have had | E2 |
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| A spring every year having become a man I have | F2 |
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| Lost all the springs on earth | G2 |
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| From my childhood trees have been | H2 |
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| growing roads have been walking towns and | P |
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| villages have been jumping and dancing in joy | I2 |
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| but I walk alone with empty hands in my country | A2 |
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| where I have nothing of my own only my | O |
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| memories to follow behind me with myself as the leader | E |
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| of the procession and my burning | J2 |
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| red desire flying as my flag | K2 |
Seshendra Sharma
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