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Nature is beautiful because it is alive, moving, reproductive. In nature we observe growth and development in living things, contrasted with the static or deteriorating state of the vast majority of that which is man-made. Sukanya, like many poets includes descriptions of nature in her poems. She describes the world around her in writing for a purpose. She not only tries to show us what she sees, she tries to make her readers understand how she feels. Not only is she connected to nature but she also sees life reflected in it.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
Nature is beautiful because it is alive, moving, reproductive. In nature we observe growth and development in living things, contrasted with the static or deteriorating state of the vast majority of that which is man-made. Sukanya, like many poets includes descriptions of nature in her poems. She describes the world around her in writing for a purpose. She not only tries to show us what she sees, she tries to make her readers understand how she feels. Not only is she connected to nature but she also sees life reflected in it.
Yes, it is quite dark outside
Yes, it is quite dark outside
& yet I am still asking you to keep the light within you awake,
yes there seems to be no way out
And yet I am asking you to keep the faith,
yes it seems like the end is near
and yet I am asking you to hold your head high,
yes, it seems like we've reached the edge but yet I am asking you to dream-
Of a bigger possibility, a better future and a brighter world!
(C) Sukanya Basu Mallik
5th May 2020
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What we do to nature
(C) Sukanya Basu Mallik
Not sure if it is the corona,
Or if it is my copious poetic vision,
But from where I observe,
The colour of the sky has altered,
The water of the creeks have relinquished their crystal clear shine,
The glow of the magnificent moon has faded,
& The sun now has a silhouette.
There's a shadow everywhere,
All around this planet,
A shrug of all things bad,
Over the sleeves of the good,
A dusty membrane of mankind's bad deeds,
Over nature's elegant foliage,
And this will now remain forever!
What we do to nature is like a scratch on a thermal paper,
The one they use for printing bills,
If you scratch it once,
The imprints will remain,
Remain forever!