Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

The story behind the poem “Earthy Scent” It was a sultry and stuffy summer afternoon. We all were yearning for a drop of rain. Suddenly, there was a miracle. Yes, it was raining indeed. Oh! What divine peace! The pitter-patter started. All on a sudden, it began to give off a sodden earthy smell. It was like divine bliss. The smell was so pleasing that my heart leapt up in utmost delight. However, it was a novelty. Broadly speaking, whenever it rains, whenever it thunders, whenever it storms, our hearts get filled with awe. Why? This is so because they are ever-novel. Natural beauty can never tire our eyes. They are always new. They are eternally new. However, we need to seek the novelty with our open arms and with our open minds. If we keep our minds wide open, they will keep coming to us forever. We have to accord a ready welcome to every natural phenomenon. We are nothing but mundane creatures. Still, we get back what we give: joy for joy and pain for pain.

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