Nation Surges Like A Wave Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F G H I J K D L M D H D N O P H Q R F F S B O C T U C V W X Y B C Z A2 K B2 C2 T D2 E2 O O F2 G2 H2 H I2 J2 K2 L2 O M2 N2 O2 P2 S Q2 N2 D2 R2 S2 D2 L2 N2 C N2 N2| The lilies open their lips only to speak of | A |
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| you the leaves whisper in my ears your craving | B |
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| for me | C |
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| I spend nights without sleep staring at the | D |
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| starry skies with my heart torn between you and | E |
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| my people | F |
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| My eyes carry you and my nation as two | G |
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| candles in search of my island of hopes where | H |
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| my people wander on the sandy beaches in gay | I |
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| abandon tear the flesh of fruits with their teeth | J |
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| and prowl like beautiful wild animals | K |
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| where I the storm fled away from the | D |
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| oceans take shelter in the coconut groves of your | L |
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| bosom | M |
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| Where my nation surges like a wave of the | D |
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| sea which does not carry the load of ships where | H |
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| the morning ray does not stab and kill the | D |
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| population of dreams of my people where I spread | N |
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| myself as enormous green pasture for my country's | O |
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| children to play and romp | P |
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| Let us go there | H |
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| Where the roads of my country ramble into flowers | Q |
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| in the month of chaitra and carry like trains | R |
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| my people the travelers to great festival | F |
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| Let us not sit idle | F |
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| let us go and join our great people with | S |
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| our sickles in the festival of harvesting | B |
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| Once before the jaws of monstrous cities | O |
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| Swallowed me | C |
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| I used to relax my limbs on the golden sands of seaside beaches | T |
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| And stretch my gaze beyond the restless | U |
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| Waves of the blue sea | C |
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| I used to bathe in the vague sweetness of fancying the objects and lands | V |
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| beyond the limits of my visual experience | W |
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| is it Rangoon or Singapore or Bangkok | X |
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| or that large chunk of water that liquid sapphire the Pacific | Y |
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| which is my blue dream flying | B |
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| In the sky fallen to the ground having lost its wings somewhere suddenly | C |
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| Seas are punctuations in the sentence of earth | Z |
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| The running civilizations breath rest a while | A2 |
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| When commas colons and hyphens interfere in their travels | K |
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| They are then introduced to the lands of new shores | B2 |
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| with fresh looks and In fresh garments | C2 |
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| Seas are pots of ink which the earth uses | T |
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| To write her romances | D2 |
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| Empires civilizations scents of knowledge | E2 |
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| Are scribblings which the winds carry from the seas | O |
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| Those ancient winds light the cities rule the countries | O |
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| And it is the same ink with which the epics | F2 |
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| Of man are written Time swallows the poems | G2 |
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| Written by man for the health of man | H2 |
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| I ate old poems now and vomited their | H |
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| Undigested limbs Now | I2 |
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| My hunger is for the new word | J2 |
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| I knit poems now with the void | K2 |
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| Thundering beyond my eyes | L2 |
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| With the blue whispering beyond my seas | O |
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| With the heights soaring beyond my stars | M2 |
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| With depths in me which my hand | N2 |
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| Cannot reach | O2 |
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| With al the material which my | P2 |
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| Contemporaries are not familiar with | S |
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| Beyond the cities in which I remain | Q2 |
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| Undigested | N2 |
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| Beyond the forests where my soul hatches | D2 |
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| Her yearnings | R2 |
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| Beyond that circular line which binds all | S2 |
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| Created things and only the one arc of which is | D2 |
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| Visible to human eyes | L2 |
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| And beyond which my third eye craves to burst | N2 |
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| There waiting for me | C |
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| My blue blue sea lying in wait | N2 |
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| For centuries on end | N2 |
Seshendra Sharma
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