Like a master weaver, it spins a web of beauty and strength which stands against the power of gale, rain, hail and what not. It is very interesting to watch the spider constructing her home single-jadedly and untiringly. The poem is really a tribute to such an artist.
When people are away from home and had to eat what they get, they realise that what mother cooks is the best. For a day or two, they are able to enjoy food from hotels, motels, cafeterias, etc. But soon it loses its initial charm and make them realise the value of food served with affection by a mother. It is what I have heard from many of my colleagues and friends. Mamma's food is the best. No other food comes with love and affection, not forgetting the taste it has.
The poem is a pictorial depiction in words of what happened to one who aspired for gold with grit and determination, but gets himself trapped in the tunnel unable to escape, with the gold veins just within his reach. He realises that when death awaits him, gold has no value and it cannot save him. A very well written piece with a bit of philosophy intermingled.
The poem describes a beautiful night spent under the summer sky, made very enchanting by the wonderful company of a charming girl beside. A nice descriptive poem.
A lot has changed in the area of photography. No one thinks of a photo studio these days. A mobile phone just serves the purpose, anytime, anywhere. Just click and you are done. And you are all over the world with 'sharing' applications in a jiffy receiving 'likes' Ooohs and Aahs.
I remember the days when I had to sit in the dark room to wash the film in numerous solutions before the figures appeared on the celluloid film and then printing them in the dark room using an enlarger, then drying and cutting the photos and what not. Now it is all a fairly tale. Technology has replaced everything in the area of photography.
Your poem has taken me to the days when I had a camera and did everything myself in the darkroom.
A very factual and true depiction in words of what a child feels in the church on Sundays. By the way, it is not just applicable to children in churches on Sundays; it is equally true of children tugged along by parents to the temples and other places of worship. After all, we must accept the fact that children are children and they have a mind of their own. There is no point in blaming them for their behaviour. A view point very interestingly told.
It sounds like paradise to me who is living in a concrete jungle, where greenery is hard to come by. The city which once boasted of several lakes and ponds is left with nothing now. Whatever exists is a pale shadow of its original. Not only that, they have shrunk in size, full of weeds and industrial pollutants. In the name of development,several hundreds of trees were removed and the tree-lined avenues are gone for ever. I just reminisce of the olden days when the city was green, lakes were full with clean water, and walking on the roads was a joy.
The article has taken me on a ride to the nostalgic times when everything was fine here.
An enjoyable tale of an aged man who is ignorant of his own power and ability, landing in the waters in a misadventure of bicycle race. The sad part is not only did he lose the race and his bicycle too.
A very touching piece of writing about receiving a letter from the daughter given away in adoption nearly eighteen years ago. The narration is very gripping and makes the reader feel the same way as the writer of this piece. What a memorable day it happens to be to receive a letter after such a long time, with a photograph of the smiling daughter. I enjoyed reading the entire article.
No human being is immune to pain and frustration in life. It is all part of life and we must accept it gracefully. Venting our spleen at others for the mistakes committed by one does not change the situation which has caused the outburst. We should learn to control our emotions by quieting ourselves and probe for the causes before going hammer and tongs at others who love us and try to understand us. A good advice in a brief article.
An interesting poem about walking together in their chosen path, accepting the love for each other and the truth about life not being eternal. Worldly and philosophical at the same time.
One should not wallow on thoughts of bad times. There are both bad and good times in life. Both come and go. Neither lasts for ever. We must acknowledge this truth and move on without letting our minds dwell only on bad times. The poem itself suggests some remedies.
The poem shows how the trust betrayed changes love into hatred. Love is based on mutual trust and it is the lifeblood that keeps it alive. The pain, the sufferings it leaves cannot be easily forgotten and changes the outlook of a person about love.
Dogs are said to be man's best friend. Their love to the owner and their loyalty is unquestionable. If dogs could read, they would be jumping in joy and rush to rain kisses on the writer.
A most pertinent, timely and important point of keeping the earth green, free from pollution and make the world we live in livable - These are contained in the article which must be read and appreciated by all. The article narrates very clearly what is happening around us and what each one of us can do to protect the earth from becoming a waste land. The concept of Earth Day is to be observed in our every day life and not just on that particular day. Thanks for bringing out this important subject through this article.
Even great and famous poets had their spells of vacuous moments when nothing would emerge from their minds. It has happened to many. Similarly thoughts and ideas flow all of a sudden, without any attempt on their part. I think it is all in the game and we should not get unduly worried when we face such a situation. The poem deals very nicely the dilemma faced by poets/writers.
A good and interesting poem about a brook which traverses through countryside and little towns, meandering in the beginning as thin rivulets and then gaining strength and stature as it moves on till it finally finds its home.
The poem leads the reader along with the brook in its course and entertains the reader.
A very touching article on Mother's love. I agree with the writer in what is written. particularly with the statement "Love is better shown than told".
To be a loving person, as you have said, one need not be overtly demonstrative. Love springs from the heart and it manifests itself in subtle ways. There is no need to shout from the housetops to show one loves somebody.
Well, Well. You are not alone. There is me too sharing the same fate. My books are masterpieces and classics, poetry and sublime writing whereas my other half stores books on religion and sometimes the forgettable pieces of writing on cookery, I don't even look at them, all the same I don't have the courage to 'bin them wholesale' for I have become bit tolerant with age mellowing me. I like the topic of the poem and the way it is written.
What you have said is absolutely true. I do not tend to agree with those who scoff at people like who say "Those were the golden days" when we refer to the past.Innumerable diseases, whose names were never heard and which never attacked people, have crippled our lifestyle and there is no freshness in everything we eat, drink, see or feel. We feel happy only in reminiscing of those days. A beautiful and thought-provoking poem.
A very nice poem narrating what happens when April showers pound the earth. The poem paints a vivid picture of the happenings after the shower in graphic detail. The poem shows the keen and observing eyes of the writer who has woven an interesting poem on April showers.
Whether it is sudden or unexpected or predicted, the end comes as a shock and leaves people devastated. Although time is said to heal everything, yet there are moments when memories come haunting in dreams. The poem reveals the state of the mind of one who has suffered a loss.
Death leaves no one, leaving the survivor to mourn the loss. It is inevitable. However, if the life of togetherness had been memorable, memories of shared togetherness softens the loss and lends courage to lead a life with thoughts of past. Passage of time does not diminish the feelings in any way.
Raghav R
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