Agony And Ecstasy Comments

if it cause the bridge to fall, wow, it must be intensity 7 :)

absolutely amazing...phenomenal at a loss of words...belongs at a higher echelon great leading light stuff cheers and ten my favs cheers

wonderful.....amazing concept...very beautiful. thank you very much.

....nicely composed poem!

No comments on their tranquil mood...well done

**The Broken Bridge Of the broken bridges what sadness Underneath the stream of water dried Death was whence destroyed with impunity Love shall see no place on earth When in heaven is made for the mundane Agony of living for the ecstasy so little Where did you spent the night for want Shelter to the homeless is the broken bridge Of desires and needs like skies shall Are the firmaments of fate so weak For the poor to make love in the creek In smoke the life cooks the stew of its demise The lonely mother in hiding for the fear Still some thunders in the air yet the break Is not final say what is doomsday for the wreck War 0 war shall not the providence one day On the divine trumpet put a halt

i have no doubt about that -broken bridge i was commenting on the pun and the irony behind those words i hope you now got what I had in mind

Suspense was interestingly maintained till the end as ussual well written.

@ anjali sinha, the broken bridge is a depiction of the situation not literally a broken bridge........

love waits for none. under the bridge.why in agony.beautifull poem.it says all 'But it was buds of agony and ecstasy, Of that I am sure It was them who were making love, On that one silent night Under the broken bridge.' VOTED10 SURYA

Reshma why chose-- that under the broken bridge for making love --no better place? otherwise a good write anjali

Wow! Your imagination took flight to under the bridge and your poem is sensational. Opposites attract and ignite the night! 10 Karin Anderson

luvvvvvvvvvvvvvv this poem........It has a deep meaning......about life as a whole

Poignant words...agony and ecstacy making love...ye; together they sustain what is called life...insightful write...thanks...10

amazing. whther happening or imagination or both? shan

amazing. whther happening or imagination or both? shan

love and life..ebbs and sways everywhere...why not under the bridge...a lovely depiction

who is the master and who is to judge.... very articulate, sensitive write with pulsating images.10 Mamta

Under the broken bridge Living are souls on edge In stillness of night Rolling with plight In darkness feeling agony Seeing moon in harmony Playing hide and seek with moon Hoping they are, soon There will be sunrise When they can rise From agony to ecstasy Even though it may be fantasy Well Done