When Heart Conspires With Head Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A poet, head rid of all rigid rules,
And walking tall warded by a stiff cane,
Pen put in his penchant hand would walk sane,
Heart singing new songs scarce learnt at old schools;
For art by nature is no child of brain,
As swimmers are made in no shallow pools,
As wanderlust seldom in parkways cools,
Nor does a fertile pen dry should ink drain.

How does a wild flower her fragrance spread?
The blossom on stray leas still has fond friends,
Far, far from picking up and prying hands;
Freedom, untouched, keeps poetic heart red,
Less relied rest when rules, rich spectrum lands
To fertile pens, when heart conspires with head.
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Rhyme scheme: abbabaabcddcdc. Somewhat fainter does a Volta
occur from the 9th line. Otherwise the entire piece projects one
theme, as supported by the fact that there are only four rhymes
for all the fourteen lines.
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- Sonnets | 04.07.11 |