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Asleep in the Valley (Poet-Arthur Rimbaud)

The poem's substance- A young soldier sleeps dead opening his mouth with the fern pillow in the green valley, where a stream flows. The sun shines filling the valley with brightness. He sleeps with his feet among the flowers. He appears pale but smiling innocently like a child as though nature lovingly cradles him and provides the necessary things to keep him warm in the cold valley. The buzzing sound of the insects does not affect his sleep. He was asleep with his hand on his chest with two Bullet wounds on the side of his body, which tells us that the soldier was no more he was dead.

कविता का सार- हरी-भरी घाटी में, जहां एक धारा बहती है, फर्न के तकिए से अपना मुंह खोलकर एक युवा सैनिक मृत सोता है। सूरज चमक रहा है, घाटी को चमक से भर रहा है। वह फूलों के बीच पैर रखकर सोता है। वह पीला दिखाई देता है लेकिन एक बच्चे की तरह मासूमियत से मुस्कुराता है जैसे प्रकृति उसे प्यार से पालती है और ठंडी घाटी में उसे गर्म रखने के लिए आवश्यक चीजें प्रदान करती है। कीड़ों की भनभनाहट का उसकी नींद पर कोई असर नहीं पड़ता। वह अपने सीने पर हाथ रखकर सो रहा था और उसके शरीर के बगल में दो गोली के घाव थे, जो हमें बताता है कि सैनिक अब नहीं रहा, वह मर चुका था।


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