Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

The poem in a nutshell / a short overview of the poem The poem refers to the battle between Corona and mankind. It is not unnatural to fear the virus and the disease. However, we have to gather courage to defeat Corona in this battle. Apart from building up our immunity, we have to stay mentally stable as well. We have to think positive and work positive. We have to be strong and robust both mentally and physically. We need to stay harmonised. Only then, we will be competent enough to defeat the terrible disease in the universal battle. The poem-- "Battlecry" I'm not scared, Though Corona flared. I won't be dead Of Corona's blade. I'll nurture God within; I'll resign to every sin. O Corona, you can't vanquish Us out of lots of anguish. We won't die. We will survive. Dead won't I lie. It's my life. You we will defeat. Surely, you will retreat. Corona, get back.

The poem "Vanquised Corona" in a nutshell How can we get rid of Corona? How can we vanquish the same? Corona has become a tyrant. So, is there no way to defeat this virus? At this time of the pandemic, we have to stay calm and cool. We have to work together hand in hand. We have to fight shoulder to shoulder. With our complete harmony alone, we can vanquish the same. The poem-- "Vanquished Corona" Corona's tyranny Can't be our destiny. We're not afraid Of Corona's raid. We will live; We won't die; Corona will leave And feel shy. How, O, how? Tell me how. Yes, I will. Sure, I will. Hold your breath; Close your eyes; Conquer death; Conquer sighs; Live we will With goodwill. Live we must. Live we must; Corona will feel aghast With our strong mettle; Aye! We'll resettle. We will defeat Corona's fit. We're not mundane human; We each is a

The poem in a nutshell Corona's ruthlessness has been depicted in this poem that even a little teenager, who is about to flourish, cannot get rid of it. The poem -- "The Teenager's Talk" Will it kill us all, Mum? You say, one gets the sum Of one's deeds -- all of them; Now it doesn't seem the same. I've just stepped at thirteen; Won't I too be spared by COVID-19? I wish to meet more people; I wish to soar on the ripple Of my fantastic land, Holding your and Dad's hand. Corpses on corpses are getting piled; I don't want to be exiled, Mum, don't want to be exiled. You say, I'll be a big man, An honorable and pure man; I need to grow up With your club. Won't this virus let me go? Can't I fulfill my dreams and grow? Please, don't you cry, Mum; I'm ready to get my sum. The keywords to the entire poem Poem, teenager's talk, mum, one ge