Rajneesh, the running brook!

Thou art the basis of human-key Thou art above of he or she. Thou know not thy worth, Thou art the space and earth. Thou see but external of thee, I see both thy inner She and He. They shamelessly call thee aimless But if no inner-self, humanity's nameless. Thy devotion is abuse'd And thou became muse'd. How sad, thee hath doubt! Listen divine soul, ignore shout! Change thy dress  Never the Grace! @Rajneesh Kumar Mishra <script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-3069213949012258"      crossorigin="anonymous"></script>

CRASH COURSE-2022 CLASS- XII SUBJECT: ENGLISH SECTION: POETRY LESSON: 03. NOW THE LEAVES ARE FALLING FAST by W.H. AUDEN BRIEF SUMMARY: Now the Leaves Are Falling Fast composed by W.H. Auden is a lyrical and philosophical poem. Here we find the metaphorical comparison of the autumn season to that of the old age of human life. The poem aims at providing us with a lesson of love, care, compassion and empathy towards our eledrly people who feel lonely and are in great need of our company. The poet also talks of the frustration,loneliness and unfulfilled desires in which every individual lives and dies. The very first stanza of the poem presents the description of fast falling leaves, undergrown plants, nurses going to grave and moving pram and they respectively stand for death of people, posterity approaching death, death of mothers and the continuation of life. The second stanza indicates the snatching of life through the agents of death and its effect on human body. The third

CRASH COURSE-2022 CLASS- XII SUBJECT : ENGLISH ( POETRY SECTION) LESSON: 04. ODE TO AUTUMN by JOHN KEATS SUMMARY: The lyric poem- “ Ode TO Autumn” is composed by John Keats, one of the greatest of English Romantic poets. Here Keats describes the rare beauty and specific spirit of autumn in a series of memorable pictures, presenting the principle of beauty in nature. Not only beauty but here he celebrates the bountiful beauty of the fall. The poem presents the autumn season to be a rich abundance of life. With the help of the maturing sun, autumn finds trees overloaded with fruit, beehives dripping with honey, and thick vines trailing up the sides of farmhouses. This poem is not only an ode to a lovely, life-filled period of year that is often succeeded by spring and summer but it also sings the deep philosophical sense of maturity inviting death. This does not tarnish the loveliness of autumn, however, and instead suggests that maturing beauty leads to our necessary end. Th