Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

A few words before going through the poem 'The Moody Sky' Have you ever felt like the sky is crying? Well, has any one of us felt his indignation? If yes, then you must have true love for Nature. It's easy to speak a lot; however, it is that difficult to fructify the words. Who said Nature never cries? Who said Nature never becomes outrageous? If we can't feel it, it must be admitted that we have indifference to her. The sky is weeping in pain and having wrath as well. He is moody indeed just as we are. We are supposed to esteem the sky that is actually a part of our Mother Nature who loves all of us a lot. All of us must acknowledge the fact that we can never live on our own if we ever endeavour to ignore Nature. She may be our gentle mother, but, at the same time, she is our discipliner to train us all so that we may follow the right track of virtue. As we evince mood swings, Nature does too. We can never, never turn away from her. Therefore, it is recommended that we

The poem -- "The Flowers" -- in quatrains The flowers like yellow topaz Keep swaying in the breeze; Such integrity Nature has Alone with no pause and cease. Let’s follow the Mother; Let’s gather her integrity; She alone knows forever What’s called chastity. Forget the people; Forget the mob; Garner your ripple; Unleash your sob. Let your sweetest sob Create always something new; Let the malicious mob Know of its vaudeville view. Let them envy, Let them snarl; Let them ill be; Let them criticism hurl. Many things shall take place, But allow you trust self; Mind, they’ll never show grace; They’ll never offer help. Whenever you are creative, More criticisms will arise; Still, you need to stay positive To allow them return with sighs. Learn from the flowers, Leaning yet strong; Open the doors of your bowers, For creating song after song. The keywords to the enti