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Writing origins: A second poem at 15

27/4/2015

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Soon after my first poem, I penned another, which was also published in the high school magazine in 1999. The style is similar -- an inspirational, rags-to-riches tale called (ahem) From Rags to Riches.

But for some reason, I did not have an electronic copy of the poem with me for all these years. So when I went back home to Pune earlier this year, I visited the Loyola High School library and accessed its magazine archives to retrieve this.

Publishing this just so that it's on record, kitsch as it is. I can't fully remember, but I think this was my take on overcoming fate, superstition and excuses to write your own destiny.

From Rags to Riches

by Rahul Venkit

There once was a poor workman
Who would only curse his ill-luck
Towards dreams and fantasies he endlessly ran
For his failures, he simply passed the buck

He seldom ever wondered why
His life was lived deliriously
Until he saw his innocent family cry
And decided to take matters seriously

He reflected only to notice
He would borrow but never lend
Life is more than ignorant bliss
But how to put your entire life on the mend?

It's said old habits die hard
And at first he found it tough
Though from success he was initially debarred
He worked and toiled till his hands were rough

His start may have been pretty dim
Slowly but surely he proved his worth
Success and a better life followed him
Hailing a turnaround, a true rebirth

Now he lives a life trouble free
Discarding fears of ghosts and witches 
He is remembered to this day in history
As the man who journeyed from rags to riches


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Writing origins: A poem at 14

21/11/2013

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Inspired after a talk in Brussels featuring three prominent Indian writers, I decided to dig deep into the vault and share my first ever piece of writing.

It's a short poem I penned in 1996 that featured in my school magazine later that year.

It became my first ever published work and - as fate would have it - not the last.


Sure, some parts seem kitsch and corny in hindsight (I was 13 when I wrote it!). Still, the main message of the poem seems relevant to this day. Though you should judge for yourselves... 


The Rain
by Rahul Venkit

There I was standing among the trees,
Knowing not whether to break or to bend.
My whole life seemed so dull,
I feared I had arrived at a dead end.

I began to figure out
What had gone wrong
Where I had fallen short
For days in monotony seem so long

I pondered and pondered
Walking around full of despair
When suddenly, out of the blue
Down came the rain like a nightmare

It rained heavily, it rained hard,
Showing mercy to none but a few
Washing away everything in its path
Leaving the world as good as new

Though it meant nothing much at first
The experience was not in vain
I realised I must start afresh
And I owe my inspiration to – the rain.


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