Book Mark Comments

Unique poem! Cleverly written with much imagination. Talented you are! Well done indeed; D

The pages are alive with cleverness for she will return to where she left the bookmark I can feel it for everyone one will live happily ever after+++++10 regards

Wow! What an offbeat subject is brought alive by word engineering! Really enjoyed by all hear and same ten Ms. Nivedita UK

wow sir..it is a wonderful poem...very expressive...I loved it..10+

A nice poem, gud imagery and usage of words simple yet deep meanings.

Yes, we remain where we are left behind While the one we love goes pursuing Other loves of money and name Stagnant our heart it stands nailed To the cross of memories and pain! A very true poem expressing the feelings Of loneliness and sorrow in equal blend Out of inanimate things we treasure Which were symbols of our love! So sweetly romantic and yet so sad It reminded my heart of its pain Touching its sorest point it made A tear come peeping out to read the page! Angel.

the words expressed the feelings well. Everyone will read it will be surly touched by the poem. its a beautiful peom.

Wow, what imagery and feelings stirred up by an object such as a bookmark. True observational skills, talent and wisdome at its best. Thank you for sharing :)

After your kind comments about my poem, I decided to have a look at yours. This is the first one I opened, and I think it is terrific. So much wonderful material from such a small thing as a bookmark. I will be looking out for more of your poems.

great poem, it was thoroughly enjoyed

you are not a bookmark, you are the book, and a beautiful book, continue to write it, please....

Sir, I liked the last stanza very much truth told in wonderful words sandhya

I open a book and the butterflies never fly away. Lovely to read.(My husband was in civil engineering.He was a coded pipeline welder) Regards Sally P.S. IF you can spare a minute perhaps you might read Vow. Thanks

Great poem, I love the feeling of saddness I get from it, to feel left like that. In the pages of on old book, and that book left in an old dark room. That would but torturing. thank you. Love, Kat sorrow

The true poet must never be afraid to give himself away in words, No matter how poignant the experience might be. This is a beautiful poem. Love and remembrance, there is nothing more to say. Except...you have a wonderful translator. Warm regards, Sandra