Ode To My Cycle Poem by Kota Varadarajulu Raghupathi

Ode To My Cycle

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Sixteen summers peddled I
like a lone tiller in lone world
a fine Hercules with no gears
that lived with my father for eight winters.
A transferred gift it was in1982 with no price,
nothing else I inherited then and thereafter.
It waited like a pet dog every night when unpeddled
and took me round with a sweet soul moving
with the resurrection of each day
rode upon sizzling roads, escarpment, bridges, bushes, brambles
in spring, summer, autumn, winter
regardless of grammar of the earth.
I loved the clinking, creaking, screeching
and the disappearance of spokes like illusion.
Between the handlebar and the saddle
on the rim it bore many side-tracking the bus routes
scuttering pebbles, stones, mud balls under the wheels
moving left-right-left like clauses and phrases.
I tendered as a treasured gift,
greased, oiled, washed, repaired
like a physician for sixteen summers.

And one day I went with it to a mechanic,
sold it for a fabulous price
to trim my life faster
to the spattered roads with purring and whirring
but its wheels still sing in my memory like humming birds.

Thursday, August 15, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: ode
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vinoth Kumar 27 September 2013

wow awesome lines! The memories of the past are something that which is very sweet and cannot be forgotten.The poet is telling about his memories about the old gadget! i like it very much

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Baiju Krishnan 26 September 2013

The memories of the past are something that which is very sweet and cannot be forgotten.The poet is telling about his memories about the old gadget pet.This poem gives an insight meaning that, Today's little moments become tomorrow's precious memories.Things may end but the moments last forever.The poem is of wonderful insight meaning and of artistic quality.The poem is a wonderful view about the cycle and that is Ode to my cycle.

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Raghavendra Reddy 23 September 2013

An outstanding poem. It takes the reader to his own world of different memorable experiences with old devices.It knocks the doors of heart. -Dr.Raghavendra Reddy

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Sarath Kumar 23 September 2013

Now, am washing my father's transferred gift.

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Jerin issac 23 September 2013

poem is about your intimacy and relationship with your age old gadgets and devices which are very close to your heart. old is gold what remains is all those good memories even after it is long gone

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Monica Kanga Taruba 04 October 2013

Life doesn't permit stagnation and yet stores memory which we relive everyday. To trim my life faster we give up certain things but not memory. We value expensive things and care less for the ones that come with no price but the poem teaches us that as long as we tender it with love, the reward is a fabulous price. The alliteration works beautifully and augers the poem with much music. It does not provide food just for thought alone but fills one with music. The words belong to the poet, the experience universal. The cycle lived once but even the cycle has to follow the rule of nature, nothing last forever. Great poem Sir. I enjoyed reading.

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Vasili Ramachandra Babu 04 October 2013

Nostalgia recaptured with vivid description of seasons, an inheritance of pittance from one's parents, cycle's psyche and portrayal of clinical precision accompanied with wild imagination is truly the culmination of the synthesis of my teacher's poetic genius

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Bv.ramanaiah Buudda 02 October 2013

very excellent poem. in this poem the poet shows his life cycle and his sweet memories of poet it showing simple living of poegreat personality i like his poem

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T. Venkata Ramana 02 October 2013

A true Master Piece. A fine account of reminiscence and a past association with his Hercules Cycle nicely depicted with the flavor of an Ode with striking images.

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