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O what nags you, dude with a smart phone,
Alone and palely loitering?
Like the sigh of a little dream
That had no birds singing.

O what nags you, dude with a smart phone,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
Though harvest will never be done.

I see a dying lily on your brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on your cheeks a fading flower
Much in need of a beauty parlour.

I met a lady in the mela,
Full wise – a Deva’s chela,
Her words sweet, her smile drugged,
And her eyes were wild.

I bought her lollipop,
And cotton candy, and Chocó dandy;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

She took me to her chamber cool,
And there she taught and fought full throat,
And there I shut my wild wild eyes
With dreams in mind and doodles on smart phone.

 And I dreamt and dreamt
Until the heavens berserk went,
And woke up to see an empty ground
But for people going round and round.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘The Playground sans Mercy
Thee hath in thrall!’

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Like the sigh of a little dream
With a smart phone that brings emails galore.



A parody of Keats’s famous poem, La Belle Dame Sans Merci. I’m sure Keats will forgive me for this sacrilege. 

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    1. Keats's knight was enslaved by beauty. We are enslaved by the smartphone and some Deva's chelas. Deva need not be merely religious, of course.

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  2. One of my favourite poems ( Though all of his poems are my favourite, even his letters to Fanny Brawne :-D )

    You've perfectly done it... Keats would be happy I hope... :-)

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    1. I was fond of the Romantics too, Maniparna. But I grew out of it. The Romantic quest is just like the knight's quest: insatiable.

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  3. Old English with modern technology- smartphone's frills :)

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    1. If Keats were alive today, his knight would be something like the one I imagined, I think. Beauty has given way to technology...

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  4. LOL...I am extrememly fond of the Romantics esp Coleridge and Keats...Loved this one :)

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  5. I am your 100th follower :D
    ps: I was under the impression that I joined your blog long back!

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    1. Most welcome, Deepa. Glad to have the company of another Romantic :)

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