Unique Word - Exalted Tones Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F G H I J K L M H N O P Q O R S T U V W B X X U R U Y Z A2 T B2 C2 D2 U E2 F2 U Z U O G2 S H2 Z W I2 J2 R U U S K2 L2 W M2 B N2 L2 J I2 O2 P2 Q2 U R2 S2 T2 U2 O V2 B W2 X2 H Y2 Z2 U2 A3 B3 C3 D3 E3 F3 G3 K2 H3 I3 J3 K3 L3 M3 Y2 N3 O3 X X H2 O3 P3 W K2 O3 O3 O3 O3 Q3 O3 O3 O3 Z R3 W S3 T3 O3 U3 U3 V3 O3 Z O O3 O3 U W3 X3 K2 Y3 U T3 Z3 T2 T2 O3 G2 S3 O3 V2 B O3 O O3 R Z O3 A4 B4 T2 B T2 Z O3 U O3 U O3 O3 C4 D4To achieve this one unique word you do not | A |
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know how much how hard I had to dig into | B |
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my soul | C |
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I ran with flying birds offering marks | D |
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blood to the earth with my wounded feet | E |
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I joined the monks of flowers and immersed | F |
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in the colours of deep penance in the forests | G |
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shoulder to shoulder practiced hoarse voices with | H |
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wild winds that come rubbing their skins | I |
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to the arctic regions | J |
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Blew off myself into the wide seas mixed | K |
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up with unruly cyclones made at last the lap | L |
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of hills into my temple and became a god | M |
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then all the sounds of creation came with | H |
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halos around their heads crowded the blue roads | N |
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of the sky looking at me with strange satisfaction | O |
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But I am now immersed in pure silence | P |
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It is so profound that no one can | Q |
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comprehend my condition | O |
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For me now there are no sunrises there | R |
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are not sunsets there are no colours there are no | S |
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melodies | T |
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There are no experiences known to any | U |
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of the human senses | V |
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It is this moment that squeezes me and | W |
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offers to you | B |
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the heavy hot drop of a rare meaning | X |
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In the forest of rays I was badly bruised running | X |
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Sharp rays pierced into the flesh all over my body | U |
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There a lone tree in full spring dropped a huge tear | R |
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that tree had spread its shade once over my tired body | U |
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flowers are bound to bloom on the limbs | Y |
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of the trees one day my country should chop the | Z |
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hands of butchers who fell trees and run a saw | A2 |
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into their bodies | T |
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Birds sing thoughts of the trees poet sings | B2 |
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thoughts of the birds | C2 |
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All do not know only the branch which | D2 |
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lost the cuckoo knows what spring is and only | U |
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the birds which lost their songs | E2 |
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Spring is not the same spring which every body believes | F2 |
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It is a season when flowers sigh heavily | U |
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The birds can fly away but where can the | Z |
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tree go Even when cyclones besiege it the tree | U |
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stands rooted to the earth in determination | O |
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its life dedicated to the soil | G2 |
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like me clinging to my country though | S |
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I do not possess one inch of land in it | H2 |
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Even the wind does not know when the | Z |
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leaf falls Bees are bidding farewell to flowers and | W |
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the stream of my village meanders away far far | I2 |
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into distant bushes to sleep | J2 |
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come my feet take me there | R |
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CANTO V | U |
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O melody hear me | U |
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by what good luck I do not know | S |
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a moment of vision came to me like a comet in the sky | K2 |
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vision of cruel facts of life | L2 |
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Now don't cheat me by your charms and | W |
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infatuations Don't make me forget my pains | M2 |
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If I were to forget all those that have to | B |
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be exploded with these very hands they will | N2 |
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remain sage and secure with a longer lease of life | L2 |
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O flowers and voices let me snatch my weapons | J |
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Let me wake up those minds which are | I2 |
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sleeping snugly in that unbearable stink | O2 |
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Let them be turned into violent winds | P2 |
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Let me teach them the art of hatred Let | Q2 |
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me preach them how sacred is hatred Let me | U |
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bestow on them with all the power of my blood | R2 |
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the sacred gift of awakenment to hate | S2 |
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Whether left in the air or bound on paper | T2 |
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let these words plant volcanoes in them | U2 |
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let my volcanoes burst don't stop this sacred explosion | O |
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The green parrots which I try to catch here | V2 |
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with silken threads of thoughts escape into | B |
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families of trees wounded by the hands of | W2 |
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merciless storms | X2 |
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Life here aborts discharges dreams with | H |
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undeveloped limbs and ugly shapes these some | Y2 |
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vulture carries by the beak to the hill tops eats | Z2 |
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and vomits them upon the people calling them | U2 |
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poems | A3 |
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The child within the womb better remain | B3 |
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in the womb in this land of ours if it comes out | C3 |
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and complains of hunger he will be shown | D3 |
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the foot paths and not the fields where the food grows | E3 |
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Here even the sun falls out of the womb of every night | F3 |
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a shapeless lump of flesh | G3 |
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My days limp like colonies o lepers my | K2 |
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dreams of future hiss and strike their fangs | H3 |
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into the flesh of my present nights | I3 |
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Days of my country are boats that dash | J3 |
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against rocks and break nights are worries that touch | K3 |
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the heart and burst into flames | L3 |
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Oh Today I am ferocious dragon made | M3 |
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with the hands of the repulsive puss oozing from | Y2 |
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the body of my land | N3 |
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The red fox in the trees of my mind keeps | O3 |
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on stirring in and out of the thickets making | X |
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constant reconnoiters at something eyes burning | X |
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like coals in the darkness for its unseen goal it | H2 |
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punctuates my thoughts interjects commas colons | O3 |
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interpolates hyphens never introduces a full stop | P3 |
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It brings more ideas from the sideways and | W |
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savannahs and swells up the procession of my | K2 |
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thoughts arms them up with passionate emotions | O3 |
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and waits to see the procession burst out into plains | O3 |
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like an unshackled sea wild and uproarious the red fox | O3 |
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which feeds my mind withy flames moves | O3 |
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like a fluttering red rag with sinewy legs against | Q3 |
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the storms that blow over as enemies of countries | O3 |
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continents and nations | O3 |
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Who created this red fox Is it the two coals | O3 |
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that flickered in the thickets of a head a | Z |
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beard and whiskers but | R3 |
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I am sure it is not Doulton of England | W |
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Some bird from somewhere comes on | S3 |
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wings drops a song in my ears and flies away | T3 |
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A line which conveys a real experience | O3 |
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comes to you like a bird with life and a song | U3 |
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Yes a life and song | U3 |
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Yes this is the land where millions of stones live | V3 |
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forlorn by their families of hills | O3 |
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this is the land crushed under the | Z |
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iron heels of grueling sun | O |
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This is the land which spits flames | O3 |
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of mirages from her bloody wounds | O3 |
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this is the dancing hall of the reckless flames of the sun's furry | U |
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this is the land which is deserted by all | W3 |
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living beings leaving it to the enormous void | X3 |
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spreading from one end to the other end of the sky | K2 |
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Here nothing exists except a bird | Y3 |
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and a tree | U |
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The tree is perhaps the one who lost his way | T3 |
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from those families of trees which migrated | Z3 |
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to distant lands in search of water | T2 |
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Like tear of the tree is the lonely tiller | T2 |
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with his plough alone wrests the life substance | O3 |
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from out of this niggardly rocky soil | G2 |
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O The arrogant sun rubs its muscles on | S3 |
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the cheeks of the tree From what countries | O3 |
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do they come these exiled whirlwinds to take refuge here | V2 |
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who said they are rocks they are consciences who | B |
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gagged their mouths with their hands | O3 |
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Who said they are flames of the sun | O |
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They are armies of fire invading on helpless rocks | O3 |
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To history with me these rocks also gave their | R |
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blood Today they are mere rocks but the | Z |
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the sculptures of bygone empires were their dreams | O3 |
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O toiler over there with a plough in your | A4 |
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hand you are not alone Your journey cannot halt | B4 |
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merely as a drop of tear There is another brother | T2 |
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who joins his footsteps with every one that you | B |
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tread on these stones in other part of the earth remember | T2 |
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In Iraq in Japan in Mexico in the Far East or Mongolia | Z |
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Over these rough lands flowing with tears of rocks | O3 |
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A man will arise one day over whose body | U |
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iron muscles move as whirlwinds | O3 |
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See the ranges of mountains how silently | U |
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they move in the distances draping their shoulders | O3 |
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with 'Uparnas' upper cloth on shoulders of sun they are prophets | O3 |
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delivering commentaries on the depths of skies in | C4 |
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exalted tones which you cannot comprehend | D4 |
Seshendra Sharma
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