A Fistful Of Sand Comments

A very precise poem loaded with powerful images..I loved the way such a very nice poem has been penned.. regards

Thanks to all the readers who have added their valuable opinions on my poem.

What a thoughtful and meaningful write...wonderful Bharati...thanks for sharing this poem here..also thank you very much your kind comment on my poem too-10

Nature! With the open arms of love. Nice work.

A powerful poem that penetrate the psyche of all of us who from time to time feel so small and insignificant in this vast universe. Yet every grain of sand help to make up the vast sea shore as every drop of water contributes to the vast ocean. Well done my friend!

Thanks to all the great minds who have added their valuable opinion on this poem.

The sea makes me think of the vast ever present presence of the Master of the Universe. A seed of the Master was planted inside of each of us and we are invited to let the seed grow No matter how we let the beauty of our seed evolve we are still so much indebted to the Master We are a mere fist of sand but with all talents we were endowed with, we will make up a building block of at least one house and make the place around us one bit better to live in. My interpretation of this beautiful poem may be very different from the original intention, but these were the thoughts that this poem provoked in my mind.

'I am just a fistful of sand Loaded on the truck And transported To build A house.' interesting, might take more than a fist full of sand to build a house, even to fill a sandpit, but actually a beautiful metaphor in the context of the poem

Precious treasure is loaded in truck with amazing imagery shared about life here. Fantastic poem shared...10

Simple and beautiful. A fistful of sand too is so valuable as it helps giving a shelter to a needy. Nice.

Building a house/ home is no small work! As a woman, building a sweet home is the completion of her mission and she can be proud of it! A sweet write Bharati!

ocean yet raves to touch sand of speckles as blue merges to mill through the mellow skin moon plummets tangent by tide and ebb distinction disowns rhythm when fails to prolong.wonderful write, yet copiously heart felt, thanks for sharing!

I am just a fistful of sand... To build a house We surely need more than just a fistful of sand, if are going to build a big enough house with for others. A nice life Topic poem, Bharati Nayak!

Your writing makes me feel how insignificant I am in the very large universe. TFS