Aniruddha Pathak

Rookie - 254 Points (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

Many Die Starved Of Love - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

The unkindest of human dread
That can oft hit a man of earth
Scarce of flesh be, nor is blood red,
Which, he’s learnt not to live in dearth.
Faults of flesh can well be treated,
If not cured, alleviated;
But none has a hospital made
To cure the pain of loneliness,
None has medicines invented
For despair, as for hopelessness;
Many a man may die for bread—
A mere morsel, a roof above—
More die of hearts not beating red,
And die starv’d of a little love!
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This sonnet takes a slightly unusual design.
It has tetra-chords of eight/nine syllables
instead of the usual penta-meter. The lines
are iambic.
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- Sonnets | 08.12.08 |

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 21, 2013

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