Big Zero Or Pied Piper Of Hamelin Comments

Yes, as King Solomon laments Life is nothing, life is nothing! No one can reach the heights Of your imagination or imagery Sir, excellent work of word art! I'm not worthy to comment on likes of you But, thanks for giving me the oppurtunity To read and enjoy your poem. Angel

Again another wonderful poem with an aesthetic sense of a poet.Well written with imagination and controlled vocabulary. Greetings Satheesan rangorath

''These unlimited physical And meta-physical demands Boundless chemical Or biological feelings— hollow '' it is really, indeed an extraordinary poem....10++++

a wonderful write....crafted beautifully...10

Dreamy futures hug pale presents Pasts weep from coconut tree hole Like infant birds— mutely ...Wow, , , , What a thought process! ....Again I am charmed with your capacity of expressing important things in a very few words.....A rare quality....10++ Always from Brishti with love....

Simply a poem par excellence. CP

mystical, deep, penetrative insight into the mystery of life; the poem is obviously multi-dimensional in its meaning as evidenced by the responses you've had...

Billions of yesterdays evaporated Trillions of events vanished— forgone ..... centuries passed but for passing is only one door..... beautiful and eye catching imaging with brilliant flow of events... i love it....10 i wrote: yes to to: ' and 'Butterflies around'

Most thought provoking write, well done my friend, 10 Lynda xx

a marvelous poetic expose of truth in our lives...Reality speaks! ! ! 10+++

Projection of Truth in a beautiful manner!

Very good write, Asraful ji.

wonderfully scripted piece....

nice poetic expression sir really hearttouching

QUITE A THOUGHTFUL PRESENTATION OF THOUGHTS... ; -)

amazing composition, compressed thoughts expressed through images and metaphors. big zero or pied piper of Hamelin despair and hope- duality of human experience.10++ Mamta

What's going on, where the dreamy future hugs a pale present and infant birds cry mutely? Beautiful metaphors. Yes all have to pass through the door/ enterance to taste the real.

a very wise beautiful poem and it could carry many meaning as our yesterday which all deleted by today, emotions of yesterday forgotten by seeing the other ways..prince and street 's kids will have the same entrance....