Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

The Keywords to the Poem "Corona Politics" Poem, Corona, politics, full, glory, bitter, political, scenario, doctor, try, save, minister, keep, call, shame, time, fame The poem at a glance Corona or COVID 19 is in full swing at present. However, we must stand side by side, we must fight together to defeat the monster named "Corona". Unfortunately, the political scenario is pretty bitter. That is to say, we all should fight shoulder to shoulder against Corona. The pandemic is spreading its perilous paws here and there every now and then. Therefore, we should no more fight against one another politically. We should, therefore, all be unified. This unification alone can help us fight against Corona and win the battle. The poem - "Corona Politics" When Corona is in full glory, Oh, Bitter is our political scenario. The doctors try to save us all; The ministers keep giving their call. What

The thought behind the poem “Cosmic Order” Broadly speaking, this world is nothing but an automation of cosmic order. We sometimes consider ourselves to be separate from the same. However, we are very much within it. Actually, we all are nothing but part and parcel of this cosmic order. There is order everywhere. Be it in a religious Scripture, be it in a scientific theory, be it in the social structure, we have to be abiding by the norms always and forever. Unfortunately, we are the breakers of law to the utmost. That is to say, the cosmic order rules the universe. Hence, everything is fastened in a universal order, like the sea calling the wind, the wind ruffling to make the sea become swelled and so on and so forth. Human beings are very much in Nature. The notion is not that we are separate from Nature; it is rather that we are very much within it. Every human being, every living creature, every natural phenomenon is nothing but an a

Substance of the poem God's divine love accords us all a ready welcome always. If we open the door of our minds, if we really desire to respond to His heavenly call, we need to extend ourselves with open arms. He is there to give us love, but do we indeed wish to receive it? The story behind the haiku “Response” It was a sunny day. I was looking out the window at the dazzling golden sky. After my siesta, I gazed at the twilight sky momentarily and found the waning sun a bit morose. I asked him, “What’s wrong with you?” There was not anybody else in my room at that moment. He as if swooped down the building at a distance within view. I felt disheartened that the daylamp was feeling so sulky. I asked myself, “Am I all right?” I found an answer from within. That very answer was from God Himself, I trust. Yes, our fragile earthly body is the temple of our Living God. Let us all nurture our soul with tender live and infinite care f

The short prose piece -- "Universality" In order to be universal, we need to care for the entire universe, its each and every tidbit, its each and every particle, and we need to know that we are a part of it, we are very much in it. We have to be conscious of the fact. We have to nurture that we each is a world citizen. We should break down every "narrow domestic" wall to usher in a bright future, to welcome a luminous era of hope, love, respect, understanding, humanity and divinity in this way. Yes, it is we who can make it a heaven on earth. It is again we who can turn this earth to an inferno. Therefore, we have to select the side which we will be leaning to. With our own efforts, we can turn ourselves to be truly universal. The keywords to the entire short prose piece "Universality" Order, universal, need, care, entire, universe, tidbit, particle, part, very much, conscious, fact, we have to

Keywords Try, heart, soul, heart and soul, obtain, success, destiny, betray, laugh, cruel, unjust, practice, hard, indeed, life, exactly, tough, pull, pull on, tears, advantage, own, rhythm, stop, never, always, harder, better, past, deed, order, gain, fortune, give up, poem, persistence, burn, midnight, oil, toil, day, success, full, mess, injustice, in spite, cry, people, trust, succeed, bleed, Fortune's, club, substance Substance of the poem Even though I try heart and soul to obtain success, destiny betrays me by laughing a cruel laugh. It seems to be unjust, though I practise hard indeed. Life is not meant to be exactly as we think of it. Sometimes, it feels hard and tough to pull on. When we are in tears, people sometimes take advantage of it. However, life goes on in its own rhythm, that is, we must never stop, we should always try harder to better our past deeds in order to gain fortune. We must not give up at all. The poem - &qu

The poem "Advent of Corona" in a nutshell The days on our beautiful earth were rolling smoothly enough. It felt as if the good days would never  cease .  People were living a happy and peaceful life. Life was moving on like a stone without any moss. Everything was fully at ease and comfort.  Then suddenly, one day, an alien invaded our earth, our sweet earth, our precious earth. That alien is none other than Corona that causes COVID-19 to all and sundry. The trespassers turned our happy days dark indeed. Unlike the actual Advent, the arrival of Corona darkens our lives. Therein lies the irony. Unlike the Advent of our Saviour, Lord Jesus Christ, the destroyer, Corona, has made its advent harmful for all of us. Apart from that, the death toll is increasing day by day. It is the time when we should work hand in hand actively to fight against Corona, the strange stranger. The poem - "The Advent of Corona" - A Haiku It wa

Keywords Pattern, poem, open, letter, earth, mother, birth, development, feeling, grateful, try, destroy, purity, boastful, full, pride, anger, jealousy, greed, hence, misdeeds, own, suffer, wrath, counteraction, put, end, actually, fond, loves, teaches, still, evince, falsehood, looks, truth, say, refuge, equivocation, learn mildness, genuineness, truthful, honest, need, therefore, request, beg, punish, earnest, appeal, shaped, shape, substance, dear, long, ago, gratitude, slaughter, why, humbug, envy, bring, wrath, never, eternal, yet, show, fake, sooth, indeed, teach, hour, day, come, die, please, mother earth Substance of the poem This pattern poem is an open letter to the earth, our Mother, who gave us our birth and development. However, instead of feeling grateful, we try to destroy her purity. We are boastful, full of pride and anger , we are full of jealousy and greed. Hence, for our own misdeeds, we have to suffer her wrat