Vikram Seth

(20 June 1952 - / Kolkata / India)

Round And Round - Poem by Vikram Seth

After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
Where babies wept and tempers shattered
And the plane lurched and whiskey splattered
Over my plastic food, I came
To claim my bags from Baggage Claim

Around, the carousel went around
The anxious travelers sought and found
Their bags, intact or gently battered,
But to my foolish eyes what mattered
Was a brave suitcase, red and small,
That circled round, not mine at all.

I knew that bag. It must be hers.
We hadnt met in seven years!
And as the metal plates squealed and clattered
My happy memories chimed and chattered.
An old man pulled it of the Claim.
My bags appeared: I did the same.


Comments about Round And Round by Vikram Seth

  • Seamus O Brian (2/25/2018 2:54:00 PM)


    I am ambivalent toward this piece. I can certainly appreciate how a small incident within the context of the ordinary can have an extraordinary emotional impact. I think the author portrays that well. And I think the rhyme and rhythm are not in and of themselves distracting. I just find that the emotional import hinted at does not translate as fully through the construction. A very nice piece, though. (Report) Reply

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  • Glen Kappy (2/25/2018 7:43:00 AM)


    I liked this. The rhyming is skillful overall. The form is pleasing. And the narrative is well-told, setting us up with wretched flight in the opening stanza to appreciate the happy memory the little red bag touches off in the last. And then the surprise of who it really belongrd to. -GK (Report) Reply

  • (2/25/2018 6:58:00 AM)


    I thought in this poem was some matter
    What I found was just empty clatter

    Of hollow words weaving a shallow thought
    Of connecting a red suitcase with his love past

    This poems stands pretty small
    Of no interest to anyone at all

    First two lines tell the poet is straining to rhyme, daylight, night, flight
    He failed - the battered poem clattered and finally nothing mattered
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/25/2018 4:30:00 AM)


    I knew that bag! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bisy Untan (2/25/2018 4:19:00 AM)


    I love this poem very much.The beauty of the words arranged in the right order pours out the magnificence of a flight travel to the opposite side of the globe along with a little sentimentality and fun.CONGRATULATIONS. (Report) Reply

  • (2/25/2018 1:57:00 AM)


    Simply beautiful. Creatively sentimental. Very well executed. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (2/25/2018 12:54:00 AM)


    Vikram, such a great poem of the day... congrats for being chosen... a big 10++++ (Report) Reply

  • Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (1/29/2016 6:09:00 AM)


    I knew that bag. It must be hers.
    We hadnt met in seven years!
    And as the metal plates squealed and clattered
    My happy memories chimed and chattered.
    An old man pulled it of the Claim.
    My bags appeared: I did the same.

    This is the last stanza where the funny story ended. It is a beautiful poem well rhymed and versed..
    (Report) Reply

  • (8/16/2015 11:44:00 PM)


    ............very nice, beautiful rhythm ★ (Report) Reply

  • (4/2/2011 1:31:00 PM)


    It was really a simple poem yet enjoyable and attractive. The coincidene made you think what happened years ago. Great imagery.
    Excellent work.
    Thanks for sharing...
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  • (4/2/2011 1:30:00 PM)


    It was really a simple poem yet enjoyable and attractive. The coincidene made you think what happened years ago. Great imagery.
    Excellent work.
    Thanks for sharing...
    (Report) Reply

  • Palas Kumar Ray (10/10/2008 1:33:00 AM)


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    What a lovely walk along down the memory lane! You just can not escape the little
    co-incidence. The air will stand still to whisper.Eyes will continue to find things that you didn't matter. Lovely love poem.
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    Beyond grades.
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  • (10/8/2008 1:08:00 PM)


    Simple, spirited, scenic....Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (9/10/2006 4:19:00 AM)


    A truly simple poem.very artistic.well done! ! (Report) Reply

  • (10/16/2005 5:17:00 AM)


    I liked the simplicity. Indeed, love becomes inherent to every the smallest phases of our lives! ... (Report) Reply

  • (5/7/2005 1:15:00 AM)


    Nice subject.Well written.Thank you. (Report) Reply

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