As the youngest spread
Wings in the literal sense
And waved both hands
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Life is a journey not a destination that's why every stage of life we should spend merrily not with tears. Good piece of work
Very touching. Strength for your new journey, my friend. And many blessings. Kind regards, Sandra
Life: A journey from loneliness Through loneliness To loneliness... This is the sublime reality... Dear Mamtaji Everything is periferal Except pain... You told it with wonderful lines Piecrcing heart and soul *10*
Mamta, the opening lines on the first stanza embrace you to read on. A beautiful poem from a masterly pen. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. Hugs David
When the youngest spread wings of love and waved both hands. Why should we say in literal sense? After all you are painting a scene with pen. Very good expression dear mamta.
As the youngest spread Wings in the literal sense_love these lines.Nice poem.A full 10+
Ah! ! ! Nothing like the empty nest feeling and the peace and quiet that goes with it untill they come home again.Enjoy it while you can.I think I had 23 minutes and 2 seconds before mine returned. Along with the empty nest syndrom we parents are subject to the boomerang effect.Nice poem brought back those memories.
its so sweet.... especially the opening lines n then gradually u ending it... sense of freedom once again.... lovely...
This poem sounds so special...to be remembered..it may help me sometime....
a journey to new beginning..well versed..great write... Ency Bearis
journey is among the few things i am deeply fascinated with, , , long travels, there is something spiritual in that, , , so well expressed here, , a sense of freedom 10
a sentimental see off...a good poem bringing out the feel in full measure...the 'brand new bag' - usage supportive to the new journey ahead...10
hmm interesting. keep growing. lots of love. abhimanyu kumar.s