spring
evening
moonrise
brightens
your
homecoming
The Cicada’s Cry, Spring 2020 (Ed. J M Reinbold)
http://thecicadascry.blogspot.com/
Saturday, April 4, 2020
Friday, April 3, 2020
COVID-NINETEEN
Pravat
Kumar Padhy
Till today, we live
Under the canopy of moon-shine,
Breathe in the open air,
And bathe in the morning sun.
Children play in the garden,
Merrily rush after butterflies
Carrying smiles of colours.
People move here and there
Like birds in the freedom of
the sky.
A sudden eclipse snatches away
The colour of brightness.
The world is darkened
As if we plunge
Into a black hole of despair.
The dark wind blows
Across the border
And thousands succumb to
victim
Like birds stripped off their
wings.
Parents are drowned with fear
For their dears.
In the forest of silence
The scratch of breath steals
away
The hopes for survival.
Ray of hope lies
Like deserted sand dunes.
Thousands have their one last
sleep
As if for them the sun sets
forever.
Some could never meet
Their kith and kin
As tears roll down the
cemetery lane.
The bridge of movement is
collapsed
And within the thick wall of
confusion
Man is detained within his own
self.
Why do you visit us like an
invader?
Better you return back, Coronavirus
To your original abode.
Let mankind take a bath in the
flow of purity
And live graciously with
nature
Offering everyone to dwell in
peace.
Literary Vives- Edition LXII,
April 2020 (Ed. Mrutyunjay Sarangi)
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Saturday, March 21, 2020
Butterfly Dream: Coronavirus Haiku by Pravat Kumar Padhy
English Original, March 21, 2020
English
Original
coronavirus ...
even the shadows
drift away
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Chinese Translation (Traditional)
新冠狀病毒 ...
甚至陰影
都漸行漸遠
Chinese Translation (Simplified)
新冠状病毒 ...
甚至阴影
都渐行渐远
coronavirus ...
even the shadows
drift away
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Chinese Translation (Traditional)
新冠狀病毒 ...
甚至陰影
都漸行漸遠
Chinese Translation (Simplified)
新冠状病毒 ...
甚至阴影
都渐行渐远
Enhanced by
the use of "synecdoche," the juxtaposition of coronavirus and shadows
drifting away effectively conveys a sense of a public health crisis.
Sunday, March 15, 2020
Butterfly Dream: Winter Soup Haiku by Pravat Kumar Padhy
English Original
winter soup --
I remember the way
my grandmother hums
Akita: The Land of Poetry, 2014
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Chinese Translation (Traditional)
冬天熱湯
我記得祖母哼吟
的樣子
Chinese Translation (Simplified)
冬天热汤
我记得祖母哼吟
的样子
L1 sets the scene while an emotional undercurrent runs
through Ls 2&3. A moment of happiness/satisfaction is keenly captured in
the heartwarming image of the speaker's grandmother's humming.
Emotionally and tonally speaking, it might be interesting to do a comparative reading of the following haiku:
pumpkin soup
tasting a spoonful
of sunset
Stardust Haiku, 10, October 2017
Emotionally and tonally speaking, it might be interesting to do a comparative reading of the following haiku:
pumpkin soup
tasting a spoonful
of sunset
Stardust Haiku, 10, October 2017
Hazel Hall
Sunday, March 1, 2020
Dear Pravat,
CONGRATULATIONS! Your bio has been selected for inclusion in the Who’s Who of Emerging Writers to be published by Sweetycat Press and scheduled for release on Amazon on May 1, 2020.
You will be joining 110 other amazing poets, novelists, short story writers and non-fiction writers who have proven themselves as among the best emerging writing talents being published today.......
With Warmest Regards,
Steve Carr
Steve Carr
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