Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

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

The keywords to the poem Poem, Corona, constant, Corona-fear, tears, dirge, leers, hear, distant cries, bid adieu, face flood, face drought, time, wrought, tide of blood, overflows, society, aftermath, bestial gaiety The poem in a nutshell Because of Corona, all of us are constantly in utmost fear and tears. the death-song can be heard here and there. However, have we given a thought to the reasons responsible to this Corona outbreak? We can hear the distant cries of death. Everywhere Corona and death are extending their perilous paws moment after moment, day after day, month after month. Have we ever thought why we are facing such a turmoil? Our society became full to the brim with ill acts, with ill intentions of all of us. Can any of us utter loudly or softly that we are not sinners? If we do so, then it will be proven that we are the best hypocrites ever. The poem - "Corona" Constant Corona-fear Set