A Dive Into The Past Comments

This beautiful story poem will bring out a sigh from any reader...a memory always with an expectation to erase the sad end....great write...I feel this poem would look more beautiful had you followed the syllable count which is normally eight...however this poem can be called a free verse poem...congratulations Valsa- 100

Well, I love the 3rd stanza! Very intriguing. A captivating story from start to finish!! Bri : )

I love this poem...heart warming and beautifully written.

We met again We heard each other’s cracked voice And stood so lost Unable to recollect all Much water has flowed down Under the bridge And we float in the rush of currents! A true nice poetic imagination and beautiful description.

It was a village and naturally there were so much restrictions and social taboos on that period which the poet created a nice poem of the situations.

I'm starting to find that these are my favorite kinds of poems. The kind that tell stories, the kind that are honest. Maybe its because I'm really nosey lol. Anyhow, I really enjoyed this, though I might not understand all of the customs it still transcends culture. I also relate to the growing apart theme, as it is something I've experienced and continue to experience. And in my case, like this one, its growing apart from someone you've known since childhood. This is beautiful, thanks for sharing. ~Nika

Beautiful story poem. Running after falling mangoes! A time of life never too far from my memories.

A beautiful narrative and I liked reading the same I am amazed at the comments of Mr. Richard Tripp. How could any body be so disrespectful to womanhood. To say the least, his comments are obnoxious and utterly in bad taste. I am in total agreement with Ms. Valerie Dohren and Mr. Dinesh Nair. .

Hi Elena So glad to receive a comment from you after a long interval... that too in such glowing words! I am so thankful to you for your lovely words of appreciation, Elena! !

It is a poem my dear friend, one of the most beautiful that I have read! Actually it is even more than a poem, to me feels like a magic pair of wings able to fly not only between different parts of faraway land but different times! Amazingly beautiful, loved it, thank you for share dear Valsa!

Dear Hazel and Asadullah.... Please don't relate to me all that I write..! ! As poets, we write mostly using our imagination and observing life around! !

Poetic reminiscence...............very well composed............I am very much touched................thanks for sharing............

Old memories came to life when you saw your old friend, I can relate to this one, Yes mam it can be called a poem, story in form of poem, I liked it very much :)

Narrative poem this is... with a painting of memories of the past that filled our childhood with friends! Nice story -poem, thanks! I can relate.

Travel back to your childhood days and your great friend, with such innocent times, how much life has moved swiftly on, with such beauty of your words, that capture moments of childhood joy forever! !

This is a beautiful write Valsa. Memories of days passed is very important. Sometimes they help us to appreciate things that we have now. This may not be written in the form of a poem but it is still poetry. Poetry is a special form of thoughts put on paper and this is exactly that. Thank God for the past. I would be a bit difficult to live without it! Lovely write.

poetry is a song of soul...

First of all, it is a tale told in the most effective poetic style. Mr Richard Thripp has commented because men often comment on women and one need not take it that seriously. That comment has in fact undermined the very purpose of telling this tale. Ms Marie Shine`s comment has summed up all our feelings here. Innocence and rustic charms, Agrarian sustenance and hidden romance And times nostalgic have all gone! Your poem speaks volumes about even that future scenario of life around us that may absolutely be elusive of all fine thoughts. Excellent write Madam Valsa, and here is your 10 marks.

Hi Val, The resentment I felt on reading Richard Thripp's comment, I just swallowed! Now I must congratulate you for giving a piece of your mind! I wonder if he developed such a cynical view of women from some bitter experience he had from a woman! On researching, I found, he repeating the same comment out of context, under one of his own poems- 'A Clump of Shit'!

Firstly, Mr Richard Thripp, women do not hag up at the age of 37 - how dare you be so cruel! ! ! Valsa - your poem is a sad tale of the reality intrinsic in the culture of your country, which I believe we are all aware of. And furthermore, who would want to be tied to the Richard Thripps of this world - enough to make a woman take her own life I would say.