Sanskrit Poet’s Game Part I

I used to participate in the Sanskrit Poet’s Game in Online Literature website, later though I never continued. It was fun while it lasted. I always wanted to go try the last prompt.Anyway here is how this game works.

You write a prompt..a line. The next user/poster should write a poem with the prompted line as the last line.  So just for your knowledge..the last line of each of there was a prompt from different users.

These are some of the things I wrote as part of the game…. ‘It’s nothing great.’ as someone I know would say…’Just think about it’ as a certain other someone would say.(I am naming no names.)

The Rider

The battle was fought, and all were gone,
The city lay barren, serene and quiet.
In the grounds were they all
Upon the bloody sodden earth.
Blood lay thick upon each one
Some were hurt and others gone;
Never to return and live the life
Which they had fought hard to triumph.
Some came back, but not to live
Just to haunt the place so still;
And to make the foe no more.
They were eerie and faint to see
Some laughed and others cried,
And some looked on with fury and rage.
But one stood out so light and clearly cut,
Upon a horse, pale and thin,
This pale horse rider out for blood.

© 12th March 2007


Swift swam the eel,
To escape the net,
Which came like a noose
Upon its head.
Though it swam fast
Quick upon its fins approached net.

It was all sudden
The eel was caught,
It tried its electric trick,
But all was lost.
It was born as an egg,
Next became an elver,
Then an eel;
Now it was food for the lot.
All that matters is how it tastes.
Thus it all depends on the taste of eels boiled in a pot…

© 13th March 2007

The Animal Train

Thirty carriages going by,
Over the mountains
Over the plains.
Each was filled full of beasts,
Each as different as can be.
One was filled with flocks of sheep,
One with lions, bears and geese.
The train went on and on and on.
The Arctic was its final point.

First came the engine
Humming on above the oceans so blue
Fishes, Dolphins, Whales and eels
Did acrobatic tricks to tease
Over and under they went,
And finally into the carriage.
They reached the Arctic finally;
When the whistler, whistles at dawn’s yawning.

© 14th March 2007

Her life

She saw herself standing all alone
Near the lakeside
Watching her reflection,
Thinking her thoughts.
Ripples came over
obstructing her view
Of the crooked figure
She saw in the lake.

Why was it that life was so unfair?
Why was it that she got all the worst?
Why was it that no one came by?
Why was it that she was all alone?
None to protect, none to console.
Her whole world was falling to pieces
All around the life she made.
Trying to destroy , Trying to save.

And yet above her the stars
Blinked at the world below.
All around evergreen trees,
Sang their song so mellow.
Music came , music went ,
None disturbing the orphan heart.
T’was because Over the lake
Music stopped the way the voices fall short.

© 16th March 2007


500000 flamingos in my country,
Flapping their wings.
50000 flamingos in my state,
Stamping their feet.
5000 flamingos in my district,
Eating their fish.
500 flamingoes in my street,
Flying upside down.
50 Flamingos in my lawn
Making weird noises.
Thats why I woke up with 50 pink flamingos on my lawn.

© 19th March 2007

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