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

  • Rookie - 5 Points Mohammad Akmal Nazir (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... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 5 Points Mohammad Akmal Nazir (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

  • Rookie - 243 Points 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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Caterpillar MC (10/8/2008 1:08:00 PM)

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

  • Rookie Onida (9/10/2006 4:19:00 AM)

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

  • Rookie Nibedita Deb (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

  • Rookie Pradeep Dhavakumar (5/7/2005 1:15:00 AM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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