Monday, September 1, 2014

A Poem For Me Comments

Rating: 5.0

Sometimes it's painful
To write the exact thought
sometimes I want to write in a way
And the poem runs in another
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TADASHA TRIPATHY
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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 05 September 2014

Yes a poem is like that, flowing frm muse. And u wrote it wonderful! Do pls review my latest poem too.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 02 September 2014

The truth you have spelt out of almost all poets passing through the same experience.......you think one and something else comes out......and you think nothing but a beautiful ghost haunts you and until it is treated well and unloaded it will follow you......in fact it arrests and disturbs......poetry is a jealous mistress....... I sometimes wonder why I write.....It would have been better If I were a mere reader I could have enjoyed the most than writing and repenting the worst......anyway this one a well scripted piece...I am giving you 10/10

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Geetha Jayakumar 01 September 2014

Beautiful poem Tadasha. I loved the lines..... May be it's a pain That I enjoy A friend I miss in my way A dream from my inner heart And a sweet fragrance around me That I dream to smell. Very true said, when we start writing poem we don't know its flow, sometimes poems flow freely from our thoughts too. It fills our heart with fragrance when poem is developed...... I loved reading it.

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Chuy Amante 01 September 2014

A dream from my inner heart- that is beautiful sometimes I ask myself if that dream is the real reality... Keep expressing! ! !

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 01 September 2014

I think and understand this is a beautiful poem with such innermost feeling and expression with beautiful words.

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Bill Cantrell 01 September 2014

Brilliant wording, I think all poets go through this at times then suddenly a poem comes to mind, good job. Read mine if you wish...Beyond Reach, it is a similar thought

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