Aniruddha Pathak

Rookie - 289 Points (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

But For My Drooping Chin - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

I was once told life is made or unmade
Not on what cards the fate from afar lays
Upon man’s lap, but on how well he plays,
On what happens nor on acts of heavens,
But more on what he does to what happens;
That destiny’s a lazy man’s charade.

So guided I set off my wars to win,
So knowing I let my life by me led,
Playing the game of life— with cards dealt in;
Yet, wanting cake to bake was left with bread,
Oft my cake was much less baked and more burnt;
My life’s lessons, all morals left unlearnt:
Perhaps I never knew to bake a cake,
My drooping chin bared my brand of poor make!
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A sonnet with an unusual rhyme scheme: abbccadedaffee.
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-Sonnets | 03.02.10 |

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 29, 2013

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