Manjula Reddy


September Villanelle - Poem by Manjula Reddy

SEPTEMBER VILLANELLE 

September invokes something special in my ancient country
No 'Fall' here, no amber leaves, upon her crowded earth
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche

Post monsoon, the land is a lush green mostly
Amid her crowded cities, one feels the warmth of her burning hearth
September invokes something special in my ancient country

In this land of a thousand festivals, one stands primary
It's the worship of Lord Ganesha, the elephant God of divine birth
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche

The son of Shiva is worshipped by all with glee
Massive idols of Ganesha smile and spread the mirth
September invokes something special in my ancient country

India has cultures, religions and castes aplenty
Open to all festivals; of a free spirit no dearth
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche

Yet, September brings with it sorrow too, the fall of the towers in NY City
The fallen unite in death the Earth's entire girth
September invokes something special in my ancient country
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme:  
aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the 
poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines) .

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 25, 2012



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