India Poems

Experimenting with different poem forms...

Clerihew
Dear ole Dr. Manmohan Singh
Has a real tough job pretending
that he's not a puppet whose strings are held
By fat cats, who will never, ever be belled

Limerick
There is a young lady from Hyderabad
Who's made tennis quite the latest fad
She plays with a fire
That takes her higher
The remarkable young Sania from Hyderabad

Haiku
Sense of deja vu
The flags, speeches, songs, marches-
yet pride rekindles

Sonnet
This love is very strange indeed
It fills the heart and overflows
I only know that I must cede
And embrace it, I suppose

Country is an amorphous form
An idea that is hyperlinked
Of lives and warmth, a cold transform
When on paper it is inked

And yet my love is so precise
for a vastness so diffuse
and so i must, myself, devise
a meaning - i must pick and choose

Blind lover trying to understand
What makes me love my motherland


Villanelle

A patchwork quilt sewn together
Held together by a common thread
Not birds of a single feather

Not just friends in fair weather
Holding hands to make and spread
A patchwork quilt sewn together

A patchwork quilt sewn together
Of variety, there's no dread
Not birds of a single feather

Sometimes, at the end of their tether
Seeking each other to shred
A patchwork quilt sewn together

Sprung from the same earth mother
Very different paths we tread
Not birds of a single feather

Forming an image like no other
Celebrating differences, instead
A patchwork quilt sewn together
Not birds of a single feather