Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

  A Few Words about Pristine Forever Just like a burning candle, a mother sacrifices her everything for the sake of her child. Regardless of how hurt she feels whenever someone amongst the people or amongst the mob criticizes her, she is tireless in loving her child unconditionally, she is even stronger than before to protect her kid. She lights up the world of her offspring anew every day; she holds the child in her lap with warmth, with affection and with protection. A mother’s love is the most powerful force in this world; it is the elixir, it is the panacea to all kinds of diseases. She is the shield to her children; she stands like a protective mountain. No matter what happens, no matter how her life goes on eroding as and when her kid goes astray, she is there to bring them back to the right track of virtue even at the cost of her life. She is pristine; she is untainted; she is nobler than the noblest forever. She has no time to look at herself, for she loves her kids. She hide

The poem "Our Mother Nature" in a nutshell Nature is our mother, for sure. If we look after her, she will take care of us all. Her fullness, stillness, and calmness echo in our soul. She is indeed lenient to us, for we are her children. However, at times, she becomes malignant. She then as if rebukes and punishes our disobedience. Hence, we are supposed to abide by her laws. Only then she will abide with us always. The poem-- "Our Mother Nature" Nature is full; Nature is calm; Nature is still; She echoes our soul. If we love her indeed, She does reflect our mood; She is the manifestation Of the Supreme Soul. She is our lenient mother; At times, she is malignant; We should abide by her laws; O, abide with us, Mother. The keywords to the entire poem Poem, mother nature, nature, full, calm, still, echoes our soul, love indeed, reflect our mood, manifestation, Supreme Soul, lenient mother, at times, ma

The poetic quotation -- "Poem and Child" A poet gives birth to a poem, Just as a mother gives birth to a child. The child looks after its mother When it becomes grown; So, does a poem take care of its poet, When it becomes well known. A few words Poetic composition is a creative process just like the process of giving birth to a child. A mother has to undergo the labour pain before giving birth to her child. Similarly, a poet, too, has to undergo, at least, a few moments of great pangs for the creation of his / her poem. Let us remember Percy Bysshe Shelley's words in To A Skylark : "Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." In its infancy, the mother takes care of the child with intense love and tenderness. Similarly, a poet takes care of his / her creation. However, afterwards, the child looks after his / her mother, when he / she is grown up. Likewise, a poem looks after its poet when

The poem--"Many Happy Returns, O Mother" Since the very morning, Be it of the day, or Be it of my life, You love me. Selfless love indeed! You showed me The light of this world. O Mother, I love you. Sometimes, in fret or In pain, I misbehave. I know that, O Mother. I repent and say sorry, But forgetting all of my Misbehaviour, you stretch Your open arms to me. You are my first as well as My best teacher in the world, O Mother. Whenever you give Me your cosy hug, I feel so secure. While I write this, my eyes become Hazy and my voice choked, for God Has given me the best gift in the world, And that is none but you, O Mother. You are the best mother, as per me. Years will roll, when you'll grow old. One day, you will perchance leave me, Leave me all alone in this corrupt world. Where will I find such pure love then? Teardrops roll down my cheeks, I feel A lump in my throat thinking that.