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 Z| I 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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