Aniruddha Pathak

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Four in a bouquet

Five lines
In one garland
When stitch up a sweet theme
That be sung in single breath, ah

*** *** ***

When smell
Of thirsting loam
Soaks in, in one mad burst
Moistening earth’s parched waiting heart—
First rain!

*** *** ***
I took
A few fair steps
To go across to mend
With smile that met with sneer laced smirk:
Too late!

*** *** ***
We find
When friendly doors
Shut, there’s a way out still—
Should we build walls with wilful bricks,
No go!
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Cinquain, despite its apparent French connection,
is an American poem-form of recent origin. It has
five lines forming a single stanza of 22 syllables.
The number of syllables in each line:
- 2 in the first line, and 4 in the second,
- 6 in the third line, and 8 in the fourth, and
- 2 again in the fifth line.
The first four lines are iambs, and the fifth one
a spondee (with two stressed syllables) . It builds
up a climax progressively, the fifth line
being some sort of conclusion with a surprise.
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- Cinquains | 31.11.08 |

Submitted: Saturday, December 21, 2013
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