Nature Can What Pen Can't Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

When fair words fail to fit in a tired line,
And dainty wit feels shy, comes not as called,
Easy that came ere— out of ten times, nine,
When diction demurs, jagged looks poem's mould,
Words look hammered in, which, ere shone divine,
Rhymes lifeless and flat when fails to cast old
Charm, assonance thought apt looks asinine,
When poesy deserts her touch of gold,
The mood remains when fickle, rather meek
In sympathy with Muse playing hide-seek,
Strange things do happen when thoughts fail the pen,
To soothe nerves, for old faithful friend I pine—
That sulks nor plays truant nor fails to shine:
Nature! When all else can't she I think can.
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I believe there is nothing in this world as handy as Nature to cajole shy Muse. At least it works for me. Here is an atypical Petrarchan sonnet with the rhyme of abba/abba for the octave and ccd/aad for the sestet. Volta is only vaguely present, and comes late towards the end.
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Sonnets | 02.11.08 |