21 Lines Fusion Sonnets of 21st Centuryby Poet Laureate Dr. Sonnet Mondal
A new invention in the world of poetry
Publisher: Sparrow Press
Poet Laureate Sonnet Mondal in this book opens a new poetic dimension and introduces a new brand of twenty one lines fusion sonnets with fresh tone, rhythm and thematic allocation littered all over the surface of the poem. The book presents seventy such sonnets from Sonnet 1 to Sonnet 70 along with other previously written fourteen lines sonnets by Mondal. Each of the seventy sonnets deals with unique themes and depicts the civic society problems in a fresh manner along with an affirmative note in each poem. Unlike straight modern type of poetry, Sonnet presents his verses with pun and ambiguity which induces the reaction of thinking and analyzing among the readers taking them to a newfangled pinnacle of imagination through acidic truths.
New Rhyming scheme and other variations in the "21 Lines Fusion Sonnet Form":
Same Rhythm and Rhyme on 1st,5th,9th & 10th Lines.
Same Rhythm and Rhyme on 2nd,3rd & 4th Lines.
Same Rhythm and Rhyme on 6th,7th & 8th lines.
Rhetorical questions in 9th & 10th lines.
Negative and pessimistic note in the first 10 lines.
Free verse carrying Optimistic Tone in 11th, 12th,13 & 14th Lines.
Volta in the 11th Line and 19th line.
The 14 lines in each case is followed by a half sonnet of 7 lines acting as a coda to add a two dimensional note in the poem, beginning with the same 1st line and ending with the 5th line of the poem.
Sonnet 5 by Sonnet Mondal
The steel cages rusted, rotted yet strong and bold,
Inside them lies a separate world of wild limbs limping
And turned inert with torture and malfunctioning,
Their bloody flesh exposed a slapdash attitude with distressed feeling.
Excitement in eyes, pleasure in heart, wonder in minds from sufferings untold.
The fierce paws perhaps waiting for the head,
One chance will kiss alive the daring dead!
They are here cogently none of them are well fed.
What makes them stay here for hours in heat and cold?
What if God decides to move them to eternity from these nuts and bolts?
The crowd is increasing with the number of days in earth’s calendar,
Perchance some eyes would feel the ensuing death
And scream in protest, close the doors
To provide zeal to work and vigor to our pulse.
The steel cages rusted, rotted yet strong and bold,
The values disgraced and degraded in an ever-sinking trough
The well born meant to rule and the ill born destined to plough!
The hunger forces them to spread their hands and bow their heads
Possibly one lord would see the angry eyes desiring to weave wreaths
And would start heaping red soil in the gulf of separation to change the world of
Excitement in eyes, pleasure in heart, wonder in minds from sufferings untold.
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