The Fertility Of The Mother

The Fertility Of The Mother short poem

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Here below the oppressive heat
On ground parched and cracked
In dark and pregnant sheet
A thousand clouds above gathered
Streaks of lightning signal the vent
As thunder roars in rapture
With joyous cries they mingle
The first drops downwards tumble
Fragrance rises from bathed earth
Sweet balm disperses the fever
Mighty revelation like no other
This the fertility of the Mother

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Hopeless romantic, grounded realist, eternal optimist, brooding pessimist. All these are me. I am all of them. When I referenced my diaries for poems written decades (1985-99) ago, I was surprised to find that most related to either Love or Death. I was even more surprised to discover that, with a quick change here and there, many of them could be interchanged to reflect either. It was in this way that I discovered in myself the obsession that Sigmund Freud labelled as Eros and Thanatos, a theme that has fascinated thinkers, poets and writers for centuries. Here you will find Eros and Thanatos and a bit of Philos in between.
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r. A. bentinck
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Excellent.

Venugopal Ramanathan
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Amazing rhythm, Pradeep. We are discovering new facets about you day after day! Keep it up, Sir!

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