The Epic Waves Of The People Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A A B C D E A F A G H I J K L M N O P Q R H S T U V W P X N Y J Z A2 B2 P C2 D2 A A A Z G T C2 E2 P V A A F2 G2 H2 G2 Z M I2 A Z P J2 K2 P X A Z G2 T P Z Z J A Z P N Z A A Z L2 M2 P N2 A A S S J2 P O2 I2 P P P A A P2 Z Q2 J E2 R2 E2 D2 Z P P Z G2 S2 Z P T2 D A S G U2 A A E Z V2 G A ZI am now alone and gathering silences in voidity | A |
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I am carrying the distance upon my shoulders dragging my feet | A |
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along the road my hands dropped by the weight of inaction | B |
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Veil my eyes my ears | C |
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In our land where flowers bloom drops of blood are falling | D |
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In our land where birds sing the air is laden with sighs | E |
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the days are tied to the trees and hanged | A |
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the rising sun is removed and flung away | F |
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savagely into the rocks of the west | A |
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each dawn is vomiting blood and my people | G |
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sit with folded hands | H |
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Why don't the mountains scream in rage | I |
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why don't the skulls of nights break into pieces | J |
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why don't these millions of stars crush themselves | K |
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to death and fall | L |
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In my own country my voice has become | M |
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fugitive the voice I raise here shoot into sky | N |
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and stuck up somewhere never returns | O |
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people why don't you listen to me | P |
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Oh they don't know to wake up | Q |
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They don't know how to open their mouth and yawn | R |
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They don't know how to stretch their swarthy hands | H |
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and thunder their legs on the earth | S |
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They are our own people let us | T |
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give them our strength | U |
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Let us give the entire content of our | V |
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existence to them | W |
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who make our country who make our history | P |
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who fulfill our dreams and aspirations | X |
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Canto VI | N |
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You called me but I would have any how come in search | Y |
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of you even without your call in quest of your voices | J |
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Looking with my ears with my eyes with my skin | Z |
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with my nostrils | A2 |
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Not one but with all my senses | B2 |
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searching in all directions of my country | P |
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I came not that I only know and you | C2 |
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don't know but that we all shall walk in the | D2 |
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same direction hand in hand | A |
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Not that we should all speak the same word | A |
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but that our word shall not be a mere word | A |
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but a flame of light which will illumine | Z |
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the paths of the people | G |
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And that we shall realize it is within us | T |
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it is for this I am in search of you | C2 |
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My friends my words and thoughts are countries | E2 |
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never tread by the feet of any man my consciousness is a gypsy | P |
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who knows no boundaries familiar | V |
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to the antiquated history of mankind | A |
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My footsteps are mighty wild lions that | A |
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sprawl in the dense forest unaware of fear | F2 |
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I fight with flowers I fight with gardens of flowers | G2 |
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I fight with clouds fight with fierce storms | H2 |
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Fight I breath to live my limbs know no submissive postures | G2 |
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I am the solder of righteous indignation | Z |
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Truth is the volcano that explodes in my bosom | M |
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truth is the fierce cataract that roars in my voice | I2 |
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I burn my selfish body and flow like a river molten gold | A |
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in the highways of my nation | Z |
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Come with me | P |
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Why fear Be not afraid of yourself | J2 |
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But be afraid for your country for | K2 |
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understand how great are the losses of your country | P |
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before your petty personal ones | X |
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How can you eat and sleep amidst | A |
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this colossal destruction | Z |
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You know my brothers | G2 |
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I want new voices brimming with red red hot consciousness | T |
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To make my own weapons and armoury | P |
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to wipe out the tears of my nation | Z |
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You don't know perhaps but I know | Z |
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there are mines of sulfur in your voices | J |
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Every poem that you make is gun to fight | A |
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and every line that you carry is a canon | Z |
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to blow up the enemy | P |
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I bequeath my voice to my people my | N |
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language breaths the oxygen of my nation | Z |
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my country is the life of my art | A |
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I am the prophet of blood | A |
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In my country the leadership i mine | Z |
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I shall not let it go to politics | L2 |
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Come take up your arms your poems | M2 |
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come like armies like storms snatching your | P |
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thunderbolts which for an occasion you hid in the clouds | N2 |
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I am the tempestuous wind | A |
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I have come to distribute to you unrest | A |
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I am shouting to chase away oppression from the earth | S |
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come my people to chase away oppression from the earth | S |
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to follow me you must ruthlessly set aside the self | J2 |
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that clings to you and become free | P |
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Your voice should banish your own song and give | O2 |
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birth to the song of the people just as the voice | I2 |
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of the sky hurls out its thunder | P |
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You should join your wars with the wars of your country | P |
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How much love after all does your small life require | P |
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The earth will be inherited by the oppressed come let us excavate | A |
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our dawn buried deep in this land | A |
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Come my people take up your ploughs | P2 |
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come with your women your children | Z |
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Come out of your hearths and homes | Q2 |
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from prisons of your schools and offices | J |
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your academies and assemblies | E2 |
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Come let us see centuries blown off in the winds of time | R2 |
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Come walk with me through the villages towns and cities | E2 |
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Flow like floods roar like floods through all the | D2 |
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streets and highways of our nation | Z |
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Look at the graves in our fields in our | P |
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forests in our hills in our walls and halls where | P |
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they buried our dawn | Z |
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Come take up your ploughs brothers | G2 |
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throw off your books my children let us suck the life breath | S2 |
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out of those swines who buried our dawn | Z |
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and made us slaves in our own country | P |
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Let us search in the earth for the footsteps | T2 |
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of those millions who embraced suffering while building | D |
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edifices of happiness in the fields of mankind | A |
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come let us plough and tear the earth | S |
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let us pick the millions of dumb voices that stumble | G |
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across our plough | U2 |
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Let us unfurl this red desire and walk ahead | A |
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Let us discover in the journey that | A |
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man has no death and life never dies | E |
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Come friends there is a distance to go | Z |
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come breaking your selfish walls | V2 |
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Let us bathe in the epic waves of the people | G |
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Let us e washed off to the shores of the new world | A |
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come let us go | Z |
Seshendra Sharma
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