My Nation In My Soul Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F G H I J K G L M N O P Q R O H S Q T U V W X Y Z H A2 B2 C2 D2 E2 F2 G2 Z H2 K I2 J2 G G2 K2 Y L2 M2 G2 N2 O2 P2 Q2 H H2 H2 H2 R2 S2 T2 G2 M2 D2 U2 V2 K Q2 G2 K G I2 W2 X2 Y2 G2 G Z2 A3 Q2 B3 Y C3 Y2 H O D3 P2 G2 H E3 P2 D3 P2 H Y2 F3 G3 H3 O O A2 O I D2 K I3 Y2 O H3 H O H H J3 H O T A2 K3 T L3 M3 O H O H N3 H E3 E3 HWhat a relief | A |
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lungs of my soul feel | B |
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to leave Hyderabad behind | C |
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and float away into the air | D |
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Thoughts begin to breathe again | E |
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after many months | F |
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How could this being live so long in the | G |
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poisonous air of that dreadful city | H |
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so saying the trees of Nilgiris gently drew | I |
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me into their lap | J |
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I wake up like a flower in the mornings of | K |
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hyderabad and walking in its roads I turn into a | G |
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rumbling volcano ready to erupt | L |
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I walk | M |
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holding up my pants treading the post | N |
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independence civilization and poetry that the day | O |
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of hyderabad vomits on the roads like a chronic patient | P |
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one should write poetry only in these roads | Q |
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Looking at government marked faces every next minute all cannons in me burst | R |
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Exhausted I look at the trees pitiably and say | O |
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I do not want poetry | H |
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I want a bomb crammed with a thousand earthquakes | S |
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How many such volcanoes like me are not walking in these very roads | Q |
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Seeing and breathing the carbon dioxide of this obnoxious civilization | T |
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why these trees blossom flowers why don't they bear bullets | U |
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I shout at them | V |
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This city is my cup of poison thrust into my hands by fate | W |
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commanding me to drink | X |
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All my passions and intoxications are in it | Y |
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It is here that I lost my worlds and gained them it was here | Z |
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that my life alternated between gain and loss endlessly | H |
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in the cold blooded race of life | A2 |
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It is in these roads that I ran like a howling storm | B2 |
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and fell like a boat that lost its sails | C2 |
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I am going | D2 |
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carrying my memories | E2 |
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In search of a balm for these wounds | F2 |
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life here spares nobody ignites fire from man to man | G2 |
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O bird do not sing your song here | Z |
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fly away in search of your own green hills | H2 |
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In the city of man in spite of hundreds of | K |
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people buzzing about time has the upper hand | I2 |
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It is only the voice of time that is heard as | J2 |
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the single domineering voice superceding all the | G |
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millions of voices of man | G2 |
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It displays the portentous fingers of its | K2 |
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impeccable hands in all the clocks of the city It | Y |
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throttles the voice of man ruthlessly with those | L2 |
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inexorable hands | M2 |
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It descends on the chest of man like an | G2 |
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iron eagle of gigantic shape | N2 |
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But here in the hills there are not days or dates | O2 |
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there is not another single soul either | P2 |
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time which chased me to this place | Q2 |
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collapsed unable to follow me through the leafy | H |
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and melodious labyrinths of these hills | H2 |
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strange trees stranger birds smiling and defiant hills | H2 |
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and the immense solitude that sleeps in the hearts of hills | H2 |
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all collude and weave a spider's web of silence here in which | R2 |
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the Time is caught like a tiny fly and meets its death | S2 |
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The feelings of this place are like flowers | T2 |
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unsmelt by anybody before The tree tops here can | G2 |
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be reached with eyes only and not with hands | M2 |
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Over the heads of those trees which are brushing | D2 |
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on the canvas of sky a large white cloud rolls | U2 |
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by with big strides | V2 |
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Breeze lazily knits a delicate net out of | K |
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the breath of flowers all around in the blue space | Q2 |
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In the powers of unknown happiness man | G2 |
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changes into melody and flows in the bodies of | K |
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birds and hills Man leaks away from the | G |
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gripping fingers of time's hand | I2 |
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Even the little insect which flits around on | W2 |
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its wings in pure innocence and freedom enjoys | X2 |
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the happiness gifted to it wholeheartedly by | Y2 |
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creation to the same degree as man can | G2 |
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The insect is no less than Man in the | G |
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borders of this land where the hills rule | Z2 |
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Here the power of Man's ego vanity and will | A3 |
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are abolished without a trace | Q2 |
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The unpolluted condition of pure life alone | B3 |
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has the right That is why I dragged Time into the hills and killed it | Y |
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When I was in the seed I heard a note | C3 |
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Desire stirred in me to sprout and see the sun and sky | Y2 |
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To drink the nectar of wonder in silence I became the tree | H |
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I became the dream of the tree in its branches which is to say | O |
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I blended within me the melody the essence and the scent | D3 |
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and became the flower | P2 |
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Because it is only as a dream that I can | G2 |
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comprehend the secrets hiding in me | H |
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In the dream was revealed to me that | E3 |
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earth water and air are different forms of the same matter | P2 |
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and that I combine within me the ultimate content | D3 |
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the quintessence of the three Soon after | P2 |
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this realization I became three | H |
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Wore colourful wings Became a butterfly | Y2 |
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and ran after myself | F3 |
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Dipped myself in the leaves and came out | G3 |
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as parrot and ate myself the fruit | H3 |
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I became a fish forgetting my shorelessness | O |
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swam across waters for unknown shores | O |
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I am a tree all this is the journey of my life | A2 |
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Autumn anoints yellow on my leaves | O |
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wind removes my garments mist sprinkles holy dew | I |
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over my nakedness and I the tree like a king | D2 |
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after coronation confers imperial gifts of | K |
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cool shades to the scorched earth | I3 |
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Day is flying its thoughts in the blue sky | Y2 |
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turning them into pieces of white clouds | O |
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Hazy breeze is breathing life into my limbs And the fruit | H3 |
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hanging in the branches looks in wonder at the tree | H |
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which is for ever flowing dropping leaves and bearing new ones | O |
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and again shedding them like a stream of life endlessly | H |
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The fruit wonders about the secret of this tree | H |
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It bathes in showers of leaves that come down | J3 |
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at the slightest touch of the wind feeling the bliss and beauty | H |
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of the falling leaves | O |
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May be fruit is the seer who went into depths of meditation | T |
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to learn the inscrutable secret of life | A2 |
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It sees life in death otherwise how could | K3 |
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death be so beautiful is its enigmatic question | T |
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Even a thousand seasons of spring cannot achieve the grandeur and | L3 |
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beauty of a single nude tree which has renounced | M3 |
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all its leaves and flowers | O |
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Oh I am bathing in beauty | H |
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I swoon in the storms of subtle and deep pains | O |
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which beauty inflicts on me | H |
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O what a tree this this standing grandeur | N3 |
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where is its secret so thinks the fruit hanging to the tree | H |
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It realises before it drops from the branch that | E3 |
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the seed of the tree is inside itself and that | E3 |
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the I of the fruit is no other than the I of the tree | H |
Seshendra Sharma
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