It is a nice poem with a lyrical quality. It is written in honour / memory of Saith, a broken kitten who healed.
I had difficulty understanding the following:
Dearly beloved Saith, sweet Saith,
Tribe leader most special,
Each loved only you in good faith.
Your expressions facial
Molded to each, in care and play,
Only you announce Chicken Day.
Molded to each,
Molded to each.
Losing tribe felt like dying may.
This is a nice poem about the death of an old lady who died like any other person, in a non-descript way. What makes it remarkable is the simplicity of words and expression. You have done a good job chronicling the death of the old lady.
This is a nice poem about the death of an old lady who died like any other person, in a non-descript way. What makes it remarkable is the simplicity of words and expression. You have done a good job chronicling the death of the old lady.
This poem has been rated 4.5 by seven persons, so it must be of high quality. There is no doubt it has class. The only problem is I am unable to savour what is in the glass.But that is a personal problem.
OK. To be clear, I was not able to fully understand what the poem is saying, but it is a nice poem, nevertheless!
You are able to combine, effectively, so many things in a small story--the subjugation / killing of Jews; the life in a foster home; the scourge of hunger and the heavenly smell of bread, along with Polycystic Kidney!
Your writing style is superb. Some examples:
"I remember the fresh smell of bread as it baked in the oven in our little cottage.I used to inhale that aroma in deep breaths; to me that had to be the scent of heaven. My mother kneaded that bread until her tears were mixed in the dough. At the time, I imagined it was her tears that made the bread smell so."
"I was trying very hard to become the American they wanted me to be by dreaming, making up stories inside my head, imagining I owned many things and won the Miss America contest. After all, didn't Americans dream a lot? Wasn't I part of the American dream? Plus, dreaming was a lot easier than facing reality especially at that moment."
This is a rare read for me. I don't keep pets. None of my kin keeps a pet. As a matter o fact, Keeping pets is not very common in India. After all, one has to afford to live a decent life oneself before making life decent for others--humans or pets.
It was nice knowing about the various rituals for a dog's birthday and the inner feelings of a dog about the same. You have described all these in a clear, interesting style. There are no language errors.
This is a wonderful story, altogether new, very well told, without any mistakes at all. As a matter of fact, it introduced me to a new word--"hexes".
An example of the author's brilliant writing style--
"As an author of the romance genre, Mara was well aware that love disappointed more often than it lasted a lifetime, but still, she was unprepared for the sudden awakening from her dreamy relationship with Kyle that was in her future."
This is a nice poem on a theme I have never come across so far--a poem about a person from distant lands, maybe an immigrant to USA, who had never seen snow earlier and saw it for the first time.
Novelty is always welcome. There are no spellings / grammatical errors.
I don't really know what to say about this item. I am a male aged 79 and have seen a bit of the world, having been an Army officer, a professor of Medicine and, since 2001, a practicing advocate in Indian courts. The writer of this item and the character of the piece are both ladies.
I am unable to fully appreciate the sentiments of the girl here. To me, they seem hyperbolic, typical of the thought that all men are demons and all women are virtuous sufferers.
I know what I wrote above may be objectionable to many, but I have to be honest in my views and I am just being honest. [However, being honest does not mean I am necessarily correct.]
This is a 10 line poem on the theme of walking in and with nature "where nightingales sing,vwhere roses and hyacinths bloom
beside fountains of fresh water,and honey bees sing their sweet tune".
This article subtly attempts to propagate Christianity. There is no problem with that because spreading / propagating a religion is a human right. But this right cannot extend to the extent that some other religion is deprecated.
Ref: Many doubt that the Christian life can be better than the one they are living now.
>>> Inherent here is a suggestion / belief that the life of a Christian is better than the life of non-Christians. This is objectionable.
This is a wonderful story, on facts as well as narration. It brings out very well the emotions of a child, and of the mother, as also the interplay of social strata in an Indian family. I wish I could write a story like this. However, I write only poetry (apart from my legal drafts as a lawyer).
This is a wonderful anecdote, stated to be from the epic Mahabharat. I never read it earlier. It has infinite wisdom and a practical message about how to live life. Thanks for sharing.
It is unusual that you joined wdc seven and a half years ago but have not set up your bio-block. You can't imagine how many people might have, in vain, tried to know a bit about you.
The author cautions in the beginning itself--"This piece might just be an emotional outburst". Yes, it turns out to be so. This piece does seem to be a conglomeration of disjointed sentences. However, the one thing which joins them is the background of rain, which itself is a good thing.
There are grammatical mistakes to be taken care of.
This is a nice little poem about the feelings of the heart.
Ref: Lonly is my nights
>>> Lonely are my nights
Suggestion--Both you and the readers might gain if you use a bit of punctuation.
[Some persons tend to think that punctuation is irrelevant in poetry. It is not so.]
It is a reciprocal review.
--M C Gupta
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This is a gripping story, fascinatingly told. However, unless I am missing something, the end is too abrupt and the story is unfinished. [I am afraid I am missing some vital clue.]
Is there a Part Two?
It is a reciprocal review.
--M C Gupta
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This is a nice small poem describing picturesquely the sad horror of war based on principles that taint a religion, the religion itself being revealed in the last but one line--
This is an impressive introduction to a book. It is nice to see an author describe his purpose in writing the book as--"I've considered my purpose as an author – to make people happy".
Your language style is good with no clear / apparent mistakes. Yet, it is quite modest of you to write--"it might happen that I let some mistakes of English sneak into the chapters. I beg to forgive me for that, as well as for poor language".
All the best for your developing book.
It is a reciprocal review.
--M C Gupta
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Oh, what a story! It made me feel very humble. I cannot write even one sentence of emotional prose while here you have a mine of wonderful imagination, observation, description and confabulation, along with emotions and morals--all combined into one.
You are a great writer. I wish you all success in life--because you deserve it.
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