[03] On The Hill Top Comments

I will never know who they were But now I always feel An unseen impatient spore At old-night inside my pillow... love to read, , nice poem 10 it may revive when it survives one feels and believe when memories rush and relive

A lovely poem........... U get 10++++++++...............

old night inside my pillow... it feels great to read this phrase. it is full of emotions, pictures, and memories. thanks for sharing. great write, sir!

maarvellous...i love the way youve formatted the poem..disjointed abstract...adds tpo the sadness and abruptness of love gone bitter.....amazing write..

will never know who they were — Always feel an unseen spore At old-night inside my pillow..... many lovers perish without telling their stories to wrold. this is tagedy..... i admire their courage and parting ways....10 'How are you' is written by me ingood humour

From a top you see lot of things, really touching.

'Passionate' poetic journey from hill top to pillow side...nice write Ashraf...thanks...10

A touching, beautiful write, love does have the tendency to break down but goes on living in some different shape.10+++

Walt Whitman would be smiling. your passion gleams through, very nice 10

reminsiscent poetry so full of passion and emotions... : -) keep writing...

Always feel an unseen spore At old-night inside my pillow WoW! You expressed many a things in just two small lines! ! It made me feel as if I were there! 10+++++++++ for you! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

wow way with words and ideas....deeply felt....and dreamy carries such romantic connotation and the frivolity of life cheers an ten

anguish! a good one. shan

your poems are always complex

The beautiful grief of good-bye. Who could read this and fail to be moved? Exceptional. Always your friend, Sandra

What a remarkable haiku.

Ashraful, Separate lines this verses read as independent haiku, and all sounds very beautifully, the grief from a hill top of Sylhet, is proceed on a pillow, -is remarkable contrast..10... All best, Tsira

Dear Ashraful, This is my fifth attempt to rea ch you with my comments 'on top of the hill' FOUR TIMES CURRENT FAILURE DURING THE DAY. I liked your poem you deserve a-10 but I'll give you 9- for the moment as I don't agree with your adjective Jade to breeze alongside cool 1) .JADE-ME -means vicious, broken -down, a disreputable woman, flirtatious girl 2) jade-fr-means loin stone, jedite, nephraite 3) jaded -adj -means exhausted, fatigued 4) jade-green -noun-means light bluish green 5) jade-plant-noun-means foliage plant I fail to understand where does it fit in in the texture of your beautiful poem as an adjective to qualify noun breeze. either you or anybody else from the forum can explain me to my satisfaction, I might agree to reconsider alloting 10 to you. This is for academic interest. don't take it otherwise--Rajkumar

Read many writings on the wall, pillar, on stone Nothing much of that moving sight or plight But here something is written, not much seen Yes just you stand by...watch Many things break, including hearts. Good gesture of kind feelings. Nice one. Thank you.

That does reach the heart - BRAVO