Rondeau After A Play

Rondeau After A Play short poem

Uploaded by Saurin Desai


“Life before me? The play was that banal.
And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.”
Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten;
I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written.
You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with seagull.

I went backstage, he looked lustful.
“I spoke with him, all he did was babble.”
You think I’m unaware of this burden?
We two are very close, I know very well her life before me.

“Forget her, take my heed, you’ll be grateful.”
We first met on a sultry night like this, one April;
She kept talking about stars, all I did was listen.
Over the years I’ve fallen for her passion.
I want her to be mine but I’m not that cruel;
If she won’t have me, I’ll just let her get back to her life before me.

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Saurin Desai’s first love led to a roaring affair that's ongoing now since nearly 30 years. At the innocent age of 8 he met a comic book that whacked him on the head (pun intended) and he fell heels-over-head, literally (pun not intended). But being commitment-phobic, he had a couple of dalliances: with engineering, jobs & businesses, before succumbing to the seduction of the writer's life and giving up everything to become lazier than he ever was. Through all of this he continued to rendezvous with poetry. And after one very, very, long pregnant pause, the poems that had owned him all these years recently agreed to stop possessing him and start haunting the world. And, here we are..."Solitude and Other Obsessions"
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