Aniruddha Pathak

Freshman - 823 Points (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

When You Pressed Me To Pen A Poem - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

When you pressed me to pen a piece—a few
Good lines the least for a well-meaning friend
Soon to leave, leaving me starring at blue
Skies, blinking stars and blank paper in hand,
And I was left brooding on things and ways:
Poems are no stray gifts picked from shelved piles,
Nor am I one that can spew out vain praise;
Unsure I stared still— at ceiling and tiles.
Yet, had you been a daughter just, you see—
Not one with an escape loop of ‘-in-law’,
I’d have fished out one from the deepest sea;
And half-tried still, I doubt if you it saw—
The piece that can a daughter-in-law please,
Some wishes born are to be wish horses.
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Why can’t a daughter-in-law be a daughter? Rhetorical, yet, it’s
easier said than try make it happen. From this dilemma has this
sonnet been born.
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- Sonnets | 08.05.14 |

Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2015

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