Sunday, April 13, 2008

A Day In A Hospital Ward Comments

Rating: 4.5

Looking out of the window,
I saw the birds flying.
Seeing them so free
I felt like crying.
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Mamta Agarwal
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Brian Jani 07 July 2014

a day in a hospital ward seems like an eternity, time freezes when one is sick.well done i enjoyed the poem.

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Existential Despair 23 September 2008

A lovely poem rains hope on the droughts we face...thanks

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Pushkar Bisht 14 September 2008

It seems to be very hard to spend a lonely day anywhere but don't forget, that makes you feel what you can feel when you are with the people. You felt happy in the end of the poem. You recognized the reality when you were alon isn't. That's great. When we are alone the best it is for us to enjoy.

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Sathyanarayana M V S 22 July 2008

The simplicity of words and thoughts are highlights of this poem. very heart warming. sathyanarayana

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Mamta, unfortunately, i know that feeling all too well, and your vivid depiction of that scenario brought back my many experiences as a patient in a Hospital....all of which, thankfully, concluded, just as this fine work of yours does...smooth & successfully! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..

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Pradeep Pathak 10 May 2008

Nice poem mam...very close to feelings....really good...keep posting...! ! ! ...read mine also....i think u'll feel nice.... :)

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Raj Nandy 27 April 2008

I had spent around five long months in Puna's Army Orthopaedic Ward, when I had broken the tibia head of my right leg! I fully appreciate the sentiments & emotions of this poem! Please read my Thoughts on Pain - which reflects the suffering, pain & tears rolling down mother's eyes - which I had witnessed there! -Raj Nandy

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Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 26 April 2008

loneliness and sickness....moreover admitted in the ward could sometimes leave patient a trail of hallucination........of being abandoned and neglected. well written mamta........keep going

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Dr.subhendu Kar 24 April 2008

lovely poem when wrought by the nature as the healer of the body and mind, and free air is the way to freedom by the man, well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing

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Abha Sharma 20 April 2008

very sweet poem, it all depends on us how we spend our time...whether it is for a day or longer it is not in our hands but the gesture you have suggested in these lines can help wonders...very nice poem.

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