A Man On The Bridge! Comments

Some images coming to our mind are: throwing of the ring into the river; devilish curses heaped on the old man; the old man's searching for the young love; a river two banks of life and death(this image is new) , the old man's sc standing on the sidewalk of the river. The contents of the poem has such beautiful images.

Regrets are the hardest emotions to try and live with this old man longs to see his beloved again, in his mind she is still young and the love of his life. His pain is brought to life in this beautifully written poem as he wishes he never thrown the ring into the river like he had thrown his life and love to drown in the cold waters of losing his only love!

Wonderful poem written from deep experience. The poet succeeded in bringing to fore what we all go through in life. Kudos!

I was amazed. I am myself an old man. I am often misunderstood. When I see a piece of beauty I never desire to have it. I just remember my past lovely youth, the sweet memories make me happy and I smile. Some times I comment on my friendly poetesses in a manner which makes them unhappy. Sometimes my pen is slipped and I am careless in expressing myself, e.g., if I write, I love You., it does not mean I am your lover, I haven't seen you, I don't know you and I am too old to love someone in the commonly understood sense. I simply mean your poems are beautiful and I love your poems. I am thankful to you that this lovely poem inspired me to write this comment and gave me an opportunity to clarify me and my comments.

A Fantastic poem. Old man forgot that, time has taken him too far away and he no longer young for he is searching for his love of younger days. Today he standing on the bridge that is connecting life and death, only the noise of the bell remind him that he is alive. Beautiful flow of words... Congrats...This poem is chosen as poem of the day! ! !

the best poem ever read Rises up for the small ships to pass through, The clocks at the bell towers are changed, the noise of the bells remind him that he is alive.

Excellent one. You have a flowing style of expression - a rare ease with words and thoughts....

Veeraiyah, this work of yours to me as a reader is perhaps the first biography of someone written down as a poem. Biography of unrequited love. I can through your poem see the mans wrinkled face, the sun burnt skin, his eyes, hungry, since an eternity for some one. I envy that moment which gripped you when you wrote this poem. This poem hangs around every single bridge ever built.

Read it before. Read it again. Most beautiful and tender write. So glad poem hunter has put it for poem of the day. congratulations.

How sad to be reminded by the bell tower that you are alive. Don't we judge too quickly... Thank you for this words.

O very fine. The man on the bridge. That connects life and death. Congratulation for the poem.

That love exists ever even under the cloak of old age is well brought out in your lovely poem.I totally enjoyed it and read it again and again. Thanks.

So glad to catch your poem today. You have expressed sentiments and complexity of old age and love beautifully.