An Island Hut Comments

(Thanks Valsa George you once again inspired me.) The Only Worry There descend Adam and Eve and set their body and soul dancing in the moonlight making a home below the stars. Lo, the clouds came suddenly the dirt has been washed My God! We didn't see it in the heavens! Not worried of any dirt now You will send the clouds, that will make us green free of all dirt. During rains a hut at earth is better than a palace in the heavens. We shall follow the green trees soon you'll see colorful flowers sprung in us. Amazing! Water is flowing with a lovely tune, I remember when You taught us the names There was a name, river we think, We could not understand it in the heavens Now we know what a river is. Coming below from a mountain but where is it going? Let us follow it Alas! It’s no more! It has been merged in the ocean! Thanks God for expelling us from the heavens. The only worry that is painful is that you'll call us back one day!

A woody Island! To respect nature. Thanks for sharing.

Life indeed does not need the complexity that all of us give to it. A very inspiring poem

Such a lovely picture you have created. Peace n serenity of a simple life in the midst of Nature cannot be found in the fast-paced city life. Imagery is mesmerizing n calming. A wonder of poetic soul n depth. Loved it. A one!

I enjoyed this poem. The language and imagery is evocative and beautiful; and, of course, the message rings true. No amount of wealth can recreate what exists inside the walls of this subsistence hut. Well done.

To live in peace in such surroundings is a dream for many. Beautiful poem.

Lovely poem. I too have many poems about such places, some real, some imagined. I will watch for more of your work.

They are the lucky ones that truly experience and appreciate their Eden. Beautiful poem Valsa...thank you

A wonderfully crafted poem, Valsa. I would love to live in such a manner.

Blessed lives in a solitary woody island that can't be found amid concrete buildings of the city.Really contented simple existence can be found there.A fantastic write.Love it.

Their humble hut, ever blessed by Seasonal yield from fruit trees of tropical kind Added by plants' flowery delight A riot of pink, yellow, red and maroon Where wild trees stand watch over With creepers in greener leaves And their foliage, in a merry dance Latching and intertwining their delicate tendrils What a beautful home!

In it live a man and wife A pair made for each other! Their likes and longings Blend and bleed into one another Though they are at the subsistence level Who have just one square meal a day They grow in the joy of a living love Making life a celebration in a rare way Every passionate lover would love to dwell in that dreamy hut. I would love to be there too, with your kind permission of course. You can shelter thosand hearts in the imaginary world built with the brick of you words and cement of your poetic skill. Thanks dear poet for the beautiful poem. 10 for it. Subhas

They grow in the joy of a living love Making life a celebration in a rare way. Hats off to the superb imagery and equally superb expression. Thanks for sharing.10 points.