972: Untitled... Comments

One can hear the beats of your heart in this one.... you drench the reader with each of your words.... God Bless those souls who hurt this way!

i read this one when you wrote it but could not bear to comment. these lines make me cry.. 'I woke up to a beautiful morn, Drenched in the overnight rain, Every leaf dripping wet, As you used to in my love....' thats poetry from the heart.. true and pure but you know what? I wish.. and pray you become ordinary once again.. no.. i dont want you to be a poet.. not like this amit.. not at this great cost...

Interesting piece....well scripted......