An Agonizing Cry Comments

surely this library is THE: definite article? !

Last paragraph: 'dumb', here, I think means 'unable to speak', not 'stupid', the word i usually think of when I hear 'dumb'.

Noise and glare are stolen after natural perception has come into existence. The lifeless air and the long deserted look are disturbed due to sadness. An Agonizing Cry's various corners are deeply felt with deep emotion. This poem brings emotion in heart of a reader. An excellent poem is very nicely penned.10

An insightful write that deals with realities brought about by technology. An eye opener. A beautiful poem well crafted and executed. Superb imagery as always.

A very perceptive write with a meaningful message. This poem resonates with me. Printed Books have been my constant companions for a long time. Until now they are still as important giving me solace as I travel through the minds of their creator. I don't know why but printed books are more appealing to me despite the advance of technology.

After an hour's enervating reprieve While I was leaving that dumb world In my ears, fell a faint sound Of the agonizing cry of the Printed Word! Great poem by Valsa George.

Dillip... I don't know how I should thank you for the time and effort taken to make such an analytical comment, especially at a time when an extensive comment has to be split into tiny bits. No one will have the patience to explicate a poem in such detail...! That's why I enjoy your comments much! Thanks a lot dear friend!

I felt lost in this vast continent of erudite friends /Poet, scholar, philosopher and sage, each sat quiet…..! Most fittingly, the last stanza that spells out the agonizing cry of the Printed Word! It’s a poem rich in description which is quite insightful with a message! You poem invokes serious introspection by the library managers, administrators and policy makers! Appreciated the way the poem is penned!

As you have very minutely observed, the library environment has been considerably deteriorated, precious and rare books are torn and damaged due to lack of appropriate preservation strategies! Barring a few knowledge centres, most of the libraries are in chaotic state! (Cont)

With the great revelation of modern information communication technology (ICT) , the information is now available at finger tips that altogether has changed the entire scenario of informatics. This has resulted into the less foot falls of users to libraries! (Cont..)

Lost in half revive but still I sat in a corner and turned pages of book. Around me were books stacked end on end and this library attracted my attention to describe and read books. Pages encased the charm. Wisdom was tested wisely with time. An interesting poem is very well crafted and shared basing on perception....10

Spellbound and left in deep thought with this one Valsa. I don't think I have stepped foot in a library for over 10 years now. This one goes straight into my favorites...10+++

After an hour's enervating reprieve While I was leaving that dumb world In my ears, fell a faint sound Of the agonizing cry of the Printed Word! Though I rarely read a printed book now but how can I forget my past when reading a printed book was my hobby. As long as I don't forget my past I shall also join the agonizing cry of the Printed Words. A nice poem on an unique topic.

Ma'm, A very poignant and relevant poem, on the worth of books and value of reading. The young generation is not very keen readers; although, the convenience of reading-getting access to books and mags- has improved by far. During our days access to books was limited. We had a treasure of books at home; mostly in Malayalam and Sanskrit. But, for English books, when I started reading them, I had to depend on libraries. College library was a good source. But, for book I wanted to read and was not available from the library, I used to spend a travelling. Those were the days! Today, the libraries look very much as you have described: The lifeless air and the long deserted look Mildly disturbed my inner calm Couldn't digest man's total disregard of books Which for long, to many a lonely soul, served as balm Very sad....100+++

There is not one verse nor even one single word that could be done without. This poem is as tight as a drum, measuring out its emotions and wisdom to carefully build to an agonizing climax. This poem reveals your mastery over poetic skills and tools as well as that sensitive heart of yours. I am glad this was selected as poem of the day- -it deserves the honor again... and again. 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

And books like so many beauties in a harem Were kept away in seclusion just to admire............ Wow! Its a true but pathetic picture of what is happening to books and libraries all over the world. I particularly like the simile you usedYou have panted it elegantly and Valsa you very well deserve the positioning earned. Congrats for being the member's PoD.

An excellent ode to books and writers. Such vivid imagery! I could easily visualize myself in that library surrounded by such brilliant minds. You might enjoy Bohemian Rhapsody. Please first read the story behind the poem. Thank you kindly.

Sparkling verse. Sure, I'm a sucker for any tribute to books. On the other hand, I'm not fond of sticking to antiquated, classicist forms of versification, primarily because I don't think it's generally reflective of the modern world that I live in. But this piece nails it pretty darn well. A few word choices I found a little grating, but overall the form compliments the content. And the musicality of the lines is mostly superb. This is really more than just a notch above what I usually expect to find here. A dazzling level of accomplishment. I am tickled for the enjoyment I have been gifted by its high level of artistry.

A beautiful poem, Valsa. I love books and libraries. My wife reads books on her tablet, but I much prefer to have a real book in my hands. Congrats for having this selected as poem of the day. It is well deserved.

Sincere compliments on your poem from the library being chosen as the gift for this Monday. I too have felt the strange sensation of solitude amidst the silence of entombed learning and mute volumes. Are they dumb or are we deaf? Hope you can glance through my verse, 'Blue Bus to L.A. Downtown', written about my visit to a public library in Santa Monica in 1996. My own diminished bookshelves seem to accuse me for neglecting their treasures. Even Shakespeare's Prospero, exiled master of Milan, says, My Library was Dukedom large enough (The Tempest, Act I, scene 2) . If print should complain of becoming outmoded, what of our scribbles on scraps of paper, our musings tapped out on the computer keyboard, consigned to cyber-space by the Delete button? Best wishes. M