The Rattrap explained by Sukhpreet Singh

-

The Rattrap explained by Sukhpreet Singh 









Thanks & Regards

Sukhpreet Singh 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Thing of Beauty - Stanza wise explanation

-
  A thing of beauty by John Keats Stanza  1 The poet emphasis that ‘A thing of beauty’ is a permanent and incessant source of joy, happiness, serenity and  ataraxy .  He says that a beautiful thing will never pass into nothingness; which means it will never ever perish as it is free from the shackles of mortality and transience. Its loveliness is ever increasing.  Poet than brings the image of a quiet bower which offers shade full of peace and solace. He further says that i t  offers us   a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.  The poet uses all these images to highlight the significance of beautiful things.  Stanza 2 The next stanza brings to fore the fundamental importance of the beautiful things. The poet says that our morning gets a fresh start with flowers; of which we make a band to get joy. Certainly, there are unhappy moments in our lives; we lack humanity and virtue in the materialistic wor...
Read more

A Photograph by Shirley Toulson explained by Sukhpreet Singh

-
A Photograph by Shirley Toulson explained by Sukhpreet Singh About the Poem The poet is consumed in the thoughts of her mother and is in pensive mood. The true love of the poet for her mother and her dejection at losing the lady (mother) whom she adores; forms the substance of the poem. Her visage and expressions speak volumes of her sadness at the loss. She has beautifully glued into this small poem, a universal message of transient nature of human beings.                                                                        Poetic  Devices used in the Poem            ...
Read more

If I had been you by Sukhpreet Singh

-
If I had been you I would not have let your heart rot on the sad and hopeless piers hot.  Would have taken all your glooms to nourish the love sapling bloom……. Would have taken your visage in tight hold, with tender care and ample kisses bold, to kick your blues in the air, and prove my love rich and rare. I would have cried but told, stay fit and fine and play bold. But inside would have held tight, my pricking and dreary gloom kite. Would have never put at stake, the scanty hours which make, my day and may be yours too, happy and blooming free from rue!
Read more