Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

A Few Words This poem was composed in the wake of Amphan, the cyclone that swept human happiness away, to add fuel to the fire of COVID-19. The poem --- 'Let’s Reunite' We gave up our unity With each and every barrier; Abandoned integrity Ushers in each disaster.   With our “narrow domestic walls”, We all live in a cocoon; Do we ever answer Nature’s call? How do we expect her boon?   We defiled her to the utmost; Aye! We love to hate; With our unpremeditated boast, We’ve brought in such a state.   We endeavoured to 'modernise' This world of ours; Nature will now all traumatise; No lenience of flowers.   Corona’s raid, Amphan’s dread Turns us all afraid; Once, Nature bled.   It’s time, it’s time, When we must get unified; Unity should chime, Else we’ll get more petrified.   It’s the moment, it’s the moment, When we all must sympathise; To get rid of such confinement, Let’s this earth re-natu...

The poem in a nutshell The poem "The Cyclone" tells us about a natural disaster. This poem was actually composed at the very night of Amphan. Everything was becoming topsy-turvy due to the monstrous jaws of the cyclone called 'Amphan'. Such a cyclone is fearsome indeed. It instills fear in everyone'e mind. The wind was howling everywhere as if the very Doom's Day was in the offing. the open windows rattled as if they were about to get smashed down. The doors were continuously banging. They created a terrible sound altogether. It was as if an epical battle between the cyclone and the human beings, between Nature's utmost rage and the living creatures on this earth. The cyclone asphyxiated all and sundry from the very core of their hearts. It was a spine-chilling experience indeed. The poem-- "The Cyclone" Such a cyclone Instills great fear; The gust being blown; O hear! O hear! He...

The Poem--The Cyclonic Night It's my maiden experience Of an apocalyptic cyclone. The doors here and there Rattle again and again; The trees get uprooted; It is pouring like the world Is about to face that day, The very Day of Judgement. The ruffled wind swells the sea, As if a tsunami is in the offing. The sky bursting down crying Takes a fearsome look. By God, for the first time ever, Nature seems, the mother looks So treasonous indeed to her core. We unleashed our tyranny before; Now as if it's her turn to ricochet. Truly, this cyclone has taught me The other aspect, the other side of Our Nature-- so fierce, so uncaring, So malign, so malevolent, and So malignant, as if she never knew Anything called 'mercy' -- that turns My soul pale in fear, grey in tears. The stereotypical ideas are getting Challenged all in the twinkling of An eye. The roaring cyclone as if Is trying to engulf this world. Ev...