A Rag Picker Comments

Picking up today's treasure From yesterday's discarded trash. In a way we all are treasure pickers from yeasterday's rags. Really touching and insightful

This is good to have form resolve not beg at all. This quality is a great quality within him. He helps all and sings song of happiness of great value of humanity. With transitional point the sleeping town wakes up. The nice imagery of this poem attracts readers to read again and again. This poem is very nicely and excellently penned poem...10

A poignant yet wonderful poem. The Poetess made me love this rag picker Very touching write. The last stanza is the heartbeat of this profound work. It gave a real twist of the story. Beautifully crafted.10 +++++

The scenario of a midnight street and the daybreak has been well captured in this poem...more interesting is the last stanza where you ask and answer....quite a common habit of street watching is with everyone in life....but for a clever poet like you, it ends up with a super song...kudos to you and the rag picker Valsa...God bless you

There are images in the poets mind that bring forth great poetry. This one touches the heart and the mind...10+++

A beautiful, well cadenced, smooth flowing poem showing great compassion and care..I was moved by depth of feeling expressed.I can see why your world rating is number one.A splendid write-a10

A rag picker with a sack on his back Picking up today’s treasure From yesterday’s discarded trash Things, for him ‘priceless’ beyond measure........So nicely envisioned the real picture of a human life in this poem A Rag Picker. Marvellous presentation. Thanks for sharing. ....10

You have worked magic with an ordinary sight of a rag-picker which we normally ignore. The conclusion of the poem is just great. Yes. Many a thing we consider ordinary help us turn our sobs into songs. (10)

The journey of a rag picker's life has been captured by the poet in its microscopic detail yet with a warm human touch. It also highlights the value of labour. The early morning scene when “The sleeping town is slowly waking up” is remarkable. Now a couple of lines to quote: A rag picker with a sack on his back / Picking up today’s treasure / From yesterday’s discarded trash / Things, for him ‘priceless’ beyond measure

He helps you turn your sobs into a song. Good write. Valsa thanks for sharing

A great poetess like Valsa can see and feel the life very minutely, while others remain unconcerned with it.

Deep sympathy and observation of the depressed and compassion in deeper mind I think came into a poem of the rag picker which I repeated in reading and its word vibration and accuracy felt it so great and wonderful.

A very close observation has resulted in such a wonderful creation that keeps resounding within soul-walls.. as feeble sobbing or painful imploring or what... can't make out yet, but this particular 'rag picker' moves drooping.. propped on a shabby shaven staff into some shaded track of destiny, it seems to me. Your soul and pen has done proved its mastery once again, i 'm sure. God Bless.

, , , i have no words for this poem, , , , , leaves me speechless, , , , , and what a perfect ending to this poem, , , , , your story turns my sobs into a song as well, , , I LOVE THIS POEM, , , , , ,

Beautiful poem Valsa. Wonderful lines... A rag picker with a sack on his back Picking up today’s treasure From yesterday’s discarded trash Things, for him ‘priceless’ beyond measure... Ending with captivating line..very true said... He helps you turn your sobs into a song’....I loved reading each lines...you have captured very well the life of ragpicker...I also wrote long back on ragpicker, but incomplete yet, so I didnt post till now. Loved reading it.

This is beautiful Valsa! Picking up today’s treasure/From yesterday’s discarded trash these are striking lines indeed, there's something profound about this sort of action, though its one that would make many people cringe. And the verse as also lovely, especially the line ‘He helps you turn your sobs into a song.’ We're all here for a reason, so who knows if we might be this for someone. On another level though, it's not realizing how lucky we are until we see someone less fortunate, yet they're more resilient than us! I guess it just goes to show, life really is what you make it. Another poema perfecto ^^ ~Nika

This rag picker may first wet our eyes and dry our hearts. But then he instills a feeling of hope and direction.In the highly duplicated world of smaller and insignificant identities these sharp original sketches bear the shades of introspection for many of us.I often wonder however, why man alone is ill fated to have such contrasting phases in life. A poem that can linger about our thoughts even after many rains and mornings.Here goes my 10 for you madam.

A great narration. Many times, I've felt for people from this class of our society. They rarely get the treatment they deserve.

A life of simplicity and acceptance of knowing who he is as a rag picker looking for treasure in the trash, he is rich in not having to dance to any tune, he writes his own song that is about a free spirit who doesn't conform to societies rules! Such a beautiful, haunting account of his daily life with superb lines! !

A rag picker with a sack on his back Picking up today’s treasure From yesterday’s discarded trash Things, for him ‘priceless’ beyond measure I ask myself, why every day I routinely look for this man who limps along And I get a quick answer ‘He helps you turn your sobs into a song’ This is a touching poem with great emotional insight. Let me stand up and applaud you!