Ode To My Cycle Poem by Kota Varadarajulu Raghupathi
Ode To My Cycle
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.
The poem is an amalgamation of the poet's emotional bonding with his cherished inherited gift. In all, the artistic creativity of the poet invokes the readers enter into the psychic corridor of the poet.
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
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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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.
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
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
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A wonderful poem indeed! The poem defamiliarizes the concept of the cycle and helps the reader to look at the cycle from completely fresh new perspectives.