Poetry.

I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big
When I am as old as father is.
My teacher will come and say, “It is late, bring
your slate and your books.”
I shall tell him, “Do you not know I am as big as
Father? And I must not have lessons any more.”
My master will wonder and say, “He can leave
His books if he likes, for he is grown up.”
- Rabindranath Tagore in The Crescent Moon - 'The little Big Man'


कठोरी सूनी
वेदना दूनी
झीन्गुरोन् का स्वर
वेधत्ता अन्तर
बन्द् है आकाश
घुट रहा निःश्वास्

- Atal Behari Vajpayee 'वेदना'

Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,
And while the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound,
To me alone there came a thought of grief:
A timely utterance gave that thought relief,
And I again am strong:
The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;
No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;
I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng,
The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,
And all the earth is gay;
Land and sea
Give themselves up to jollity,
And with the heart of May
Doth every Beast keep holiday; -
Though Child of Joy,
Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thous happy Shepherd boy.

- William Wordsworth in 'Ode- Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood'

जी मेन् ही कुछ नही है हमारे
वरना हम
सर जाए या रहे
ना रहे पर कहे बगैर्!

- Ghalib

Pastiche can be poetry. Poetry is often pastiche.