Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

Vain Victory (Senryu) We fight tooth and nail, To establish our triumph. All're lost in the dust! A Few Words Each and every one of us does dream of success, of accomplishment and of triumph. No matter where we are, no matter what we are and no matter where we come from, we all do desire of victory in some way or the other. Well, we love dreaming large, we fight so hard, we try to concentrate and we earn the feather on our caps finally. Yes, we can, yes, we do pave the way to our success. We live, we love and we celebrate. Well, after all, we all do and ought to contemplate on life. How beautiful it is indeed! Then, day by day, we grow old. Day by day, our skin gets loosened, our hair grey. Gradually, we realise the beautifully organised falsehood of life. We are not meant to stay here forever. Then, things seem pointless. Nevertheless, we are not supposed to think of our demise and become morose at all. Why don’t we leave an impression on this earth that can keep us immortal?

A few words about the poem This poem was composed in the wake of the pandemic of Corona. Moreover, it is a witness of the dreadful days of Amphan. The poem---"Let's Lessen the Severity" The cosmic order comprises Harmony among all things – Nature, and man, and virtues. Yes, our virtues hold us Firm in oneness with Nature. And the invisible thread That holds our virtues Is none other than love. But we are disobedient To the moral norms – We defile Nature, We act unkind, We mask our true visages. Hence, now, during this Uncertain time of pandemic, Cyclones and other blows, Nature reverts to us. No more do the pupils Go to their institutes; No more do the employees Go to their workplaces. Unemployment and starvation Will, perchance, be in the offing. We are going to face Even more dire days. We are supposed to be Full of love, sympathy, and Unity to make this turmoil Seem less severe… We’re world citizens; Let’s p

A Few Words This poem was composed in the wake of Amphan, the cyclone that swept human happiness away, to add fuel to the fire of COVID-19. The poem --- 'Let’s Reunite' We gave up our unity With each and every barrier; Abandoned integrity Ushers in each disaster.   With our “narrow domestic walls”, We all live in a cocoon; Do we ever answer Nature’s call? How do we expect her boon?   We defiled her to the utmost; Aye! We love to hate; With our unpremeditated boast, We’ve brought in such a state.   We endeavoured to 'modernise' This world of ours; Nature will now all traumatise; No lenience of flowers.   Corona’s raid, Amphan’s dread Turns us all afraid; Once, Nature bled.   It’s time, it’s time, When we must get unified; Unity should chime, Else we’ll get more petrified.   It’s the moment, it’s the moment, When we all must sympathise; To get rid of such confinement, Let’s this earth re-naturalise.  

A few words about the poem “My Cute Little Brother”   We all know that children are the most beautiful flowers, sometimes excelling the natural blossoms in some way or the other. Such purity and pristine quality are the needs of the day. As we see, nowadays, the human values are getting worn away day by day. Still, an innocent smile has tremendous power to make us feel, at least, a little good from the bottom of our hearts. Based on such a standpoint, this poem has been penned down from a personal point of view. Yes, an innocent smile can help us get rid of a thousand worries.   The poem—“My Cute Little Brother”   My cute little brother, Full of pristine purity, Glows amidst people other, Full of divine sanctity.   Stuffed with pure love, Filled with intimate innocence, Like an angel from above, He spreads his milky essence.   Cute little fingers On the sweetest smile That’s constant and lingers Wash away guile.   Lo! There does he crawl! Oh!

  A few words We all claim that we are responsible as the world citizens. We also claim that this world is ours. But how much are we correct, how much are we honest to our claims? Time has proven that we not only betray ourselves but also our world, our nature, our environment and our earth altogether. There was a time when we used to be tyrants by defiling our earth. Did we ever think about the aftermaths of our acts, of our attitude, of our dishonesty and of our ugly selves? Well, we are in the same track at present as well. Now the time has come when we are supposed to get everything back like a boomerang. None other than we contaminated the living earth. Now it’s time for us to be paid back in every regard. Yes, now we have been ensnared as a whole. Still, we can be given a chance. But how? Yes, we should follow the right track of virtue; we need to change our hearts right now.   The poem—“Out of Control” Summer’s scorching heat Takes away rhyme and beat. We lose our mi

A Few Words Life is full of twists and turns. Nothing can be bitter, provided we ourselves stay transparent and honest. Well, that does not necessarily mean that life is full of joys alone. Weal and woe rotate in a cyclic order. What matters most is nothing other than our positive will force as well as our positive energy. Let’s stay positive and enjoy life to our hearts’ content.   The poem—“Learning Positive Vibes” The clock strikes four; I’m never like before; I’ve learnt to take life’s drink Up to the lees from the brink; Multiple layers of joy Help me sail my humble hoy In the midst of others; I found life’s new colours; The sun is about to wane; Yes, he will come up again, Again tomorrow, Wiping each sorrow. The “sunny spots of greenery” Adorn the entire scenery, Playing hide-and-seek; Yet, how mild and meek! Oh! How so mild? Everything’s so wild In this savage society, Where there’s almost no gaiety. “No sorrow! Have no sorrow! I

Reunion Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Hans. He was ten years old. Hans was the only child of his parents who loved him a lot. Hans was a very cheerful boy. He was just like a pure flower. No matter what happened, the boy used to be in a joyous mood each moment. Sometimes, he used to whistle like the twittering birds. Sometimes, the boy used to sing with an open heart. Moreover, he was really very fond of the glimpses of fairs where he could have lots of amusement. On such a day, he went to visit the fairground with his parents. It was an excellent time for all of them. The roller-coaster was the main attraction there. Everything was going on smoothly and happily. But such things did not last long. Suddenly, Hans’ father could feel that his son’s fingers slipped away from his hands. Out of nervousness, Hans’ father looked for him all around himself. Alas! He could not even hear the voice of Hans. Hans’ father told his mother everything that had happened. Both the